Tales of the Ko Samet Stalker.
1. It's best to know a language in full before aproaching your victim.

Houston, we need Backup...I am so going back to Bangkok tomorrow, Passport or no. Like a flood of heavy realization (let's say I was blinded of Thailand's total lack of anything good) I learned tonight that Ko Samet is not safe. Not safe for this white male anyhow.
And you say...Backup Ged...do you need to talk? Just slow down and explain.
Allright...
As learned recently by the BTK (blind torture kill) serial Killer in Kansas, always keep your target at a distance, until that is, it is time to strike. Then You move into the second phase.
Dismemberment?
Everything was looking prime when I arrived here 4 short sunny days ago. I arrived at night with a band of british backpackers, four, and one lovely Isreali girl who has mysteriously disappeared.
Last seen two nights ago chatting with Thai Bartender (clue? Idunno.)
Since then, I have become the Isand mute. but that isn't a worry, since seeing my face is pretty rare as it is always buried in some nice fiction from the Book Borrowing Shabba at Naga.

Then tonight...My first conversation in 2 days...

2. When the urge to approach victim becomes unbearable. Wait until he is far from home.

So I went for a long walk tonight down the beach, and then to another beach to try the different flair they may have for curried chicken and Rice. As always I was burried in a book, and awaiting my dinner, watching out of the corner of my eye the conversation a seemingly Thai man had with the lovely hostess. After travelling a while, one gets a distinct feeling (like spider sense) when they are the topic of conversation of another tongue. I was clearly a funny topic.
I was startled then after a lengthy plot twist involving the novel's Heroine being drugged. A tiger tatoo on his left arm, he said Hi how are you.

3. Persistance is only good to a stalker from a distance.

That was nice enough...and since I was so funny to these people. The hostess looked on as he bantered with me about "where I was from" and all the bullshit I had been avoiding the last two days.
Now I'm no fool. The man I was talking to was Gay Gay Gay. Not a lady-boy. Not a pansy. Not event flamboyent. (well maybe he danced a little when Scissor Sisters came on but...c'mon that shit's a little catchy right?)
It was cool though...I was chatting.
He asked where I was staying... "Naga" I lied. I had moved from that trickpad 2 nights prior. and the conversation continued. blah blah blah. food arrived. I read.
After all was cleared from my beach table, Ton, as he introduced himself, came and sat with me again. I made every point that I was reading something so wicked I couldn't put it down.

4. Do not under any circumstances let the victim know he is being watched.

More lazy Banter. Ton apparently is from Myanmar, and I thought that quizical to ask a few mildly political questions (a tiptoe topic at best!) Then he asked where I had Partied the last couple of nights?
"Well I havn't been" was my reply; and I held up the book.
He asked, "Are you sure you stay at Naga?, because I think you stay at Toks" and then he proceeded to draw a map of where my current Guesthouse 'Toks' was, in relation to NAgA in the sand.

nothing can really explain how shitty I felt at that moment. I did know that I had to leave. After having the Visa and Passport stolen, I have been a little compulsive lately in the ways of security. This bust a door wide open.
There is no sheltering me now from the utter contempt I have for this country. I have remained very chill about it until now. Yet after travelling to Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia ( all countries with far more poverty and seemingly less care for the tourism industry) Thailand, without any doubt, is THE worst place I have ever visited in my life.

I SEETH WITH THE WRETCHED TWIST MY GUTS HAVE BEEN LEFT IN.
...IT COULD BE BEING ROBBED FROM MY ROOM IN KO PAHGNAN.
...IT COULD BE THE ALLERGY I HAVE TO BANGKOK, WHERE I PEE OUT MY ASS FOR A WEEK.
...OR NOW, NOW IT COULD BE THAT I AM BEING STALKED BY A BURMESE MAN ON AN ISLAND I CANNOT ESCAPE FROM.

ok. I just needed to talk to somebody about that. Thank you for your attention. If you need me I'll be reading in my hut with the door locked firmly until my escape early tomorrow.
- posted by Combine Harvester @ 7:04 AM