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Walking into town between Pakpao and Linda was a fun teenage experience all in itself. Pakpao was dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans and a baseball cap. Linda was still wearing her blue bikini with a colourful shawl tied around her waist. She didn’t seem to think she was under-dressed. We were soon joining a trickling stream of tourists weaving through alleys of market stalls with sellers shouting out at us “Very good price! Very good price!”. Pakpao led us from stall to stall, knowing which stalls where we should visit. Linda had lots of opinions on which rucksack I amateur should buy, but I secretly looked to Pakpao to point out the one I should actually purchase and then it was just a case of getting Linda to complement it so she could think it her choice. Linda was an aggressive haggler and the stallholders seemed offended at first by her low bids but soon accepted a bid under half what they had opened with. Once we had a rucksack and some simple t-shirts and a mosquito net we went into a normal chemists to buy my own supply of suntan lotions and insect repellent and first aid kit. Then we headed back out to find a torch and the last of the supplies. All in all, my rucksack was tiny and light compared to those trekking the whole length of the country. We returned to the Bamboo Bar and Bed with my new kit and everyone there looked it over and offered opinions. Josh and Damien had returned and looked like they were waiting for a chance to tell me how their mission had gone. It was hard to judge from their suppressed excitement whether they had succeeded or not. Natalie helped Pakpao in the kitchen making lunch. Natalie had insisted on helping and Pakpao didn’t seem to mind; it was as though Pakpao was part of our gang now and not a servant. That realisation made me aware that we hadn’t discussed fees with Pakpao. How much would she want for being our tour-guide? I kind of felt it was my responsibility to pay for her as Natalie and Lucas were on a tight budget and it was really me she was helping most. I wondered if I had to pay Aat to ‘release’ her like a girl in a go-go bar, but that seemed ridiculous; it was hard to judge the relationship between Aat and Pakpao but it seemed Aat felt almost fatherly towards her although I didn’t think they were related or else Pakpao would surely be accompanying him on his trip to see his family? I resolved to ask Aat how much indian I should pay Pakpao, and I was pleasantly surprised at his answer; it seemed having a backpacking guide was about as expensive per day as eating out at the kind of restaurant that Roger and Nin took me to. I decided not to bother asking Natalie and Lucas to contribute. After lunch Aat suggested that we head north and gave us the address of the next hostel we should head to. Natalie and Lucas went to gather their stuff and Aat slipped away to arrange a bus. Jason and Damien nudged me into a far sofa as far away as from Linda who was obliviously watching the surf; then, in excited whispers, they described their predictable escapades in the go-go bars of Patong Beach that morning. It was weird how unaffected and unenvious I was; my own exploits seemed so long ago and my mind was too full of the impending adventure to dwell on Kohsoom’s delights or the tales of others. The ‘bus’ that Aat arranged was actually an old pick-up truck with bench seating squashed under a canvas roof in the flat bed back. The cab was adorned with a crazy collection of chrome badges and ornaments but the back was business-like and uncushioned. The rucksacks went in first – Pakpao had a small bag of her own – and then we climbed aboard, Natalie and Lucas on one side and Pakpao teen and I on the other with us boys on the end, gripping onto the scaffold frame for dear life. We swung by Roger’s house on the way and I ran in to tell them that I was leaving already and apologise again. They looked the van over and talked to Pakpao and the driver and the driver’s apprentice who was sitting up front. Then Roger pulled me aside and thrust a wad of Baht banknotes into my hand. I didn’t want to count them in front of the others but I could tell it was nearly as much as I already had on me. I felt a bit loaded down and vulnerable carrying so much cash. And then we were off, driving up the coast road for about an hour to reach the first stop. Her free hand was in my underwear and her hand wrapped itself around my manhood. He frowned. It was also partially true, too. The most recent had been teen an incident that had occurred about seven years ago; a young mother had been condemned and executed by hanging. As each man came, a flood of semen could be seen spilling onto the floor underneath her. 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