Revenge Of The Scorpion
next to him. He was still on duty and it was possible that a call
could come through at any time.
Kek poured himself a Singha, put some ice in the glass and sat
“Well Lads…whats the game to be? I hope that you have brought
lots of money for me to take from you – no doubt stolen from your
wife’s hiding place in the empty Nam Bpla (fish sauce) bottle !”
By this time the others all had glasses in front of them. They
grinned at each other. Somchai an old rice worker from the fields
and owner of the house said
“Come on Cowboy Lek. What are you going to do if you lose?
The rest of the group laughed uproariously. Somchai called out to
his wife to bring some Kow Soi Tad– crispy rice for the table.
One of the younger men who worked with the old man in the fields
pointed to the house at the other end of the garden
“How is your son – the Farang - Westerner?”
This brought new laughter as they all knew that the Farang was
well into his seventies.
“Farang Bah….he’s crazy. All day long he rides his bicycle, some
say all the way to Laos and back. And in the night time when I
want to sleep he plays his music or television at full volume”
Not that they had a way of knowing but the Farang in question was
an ex-Buddhist Monk and nearly totally deaf. He was cared for by
his Thai-Japanese wife and son-in-law.
“Well… you know what they say Somchai” said Lek “Farang-Kee-
Nok” A very insulting expression which meant Western Bird Shit.
“Now whats the game to be?”
The group all replied unanimosusly –
Bpauk-Daeng – Red Tree