Home of the angels
(Part 1)

-a Harry Fox story

Upstairs - Downstairs

I don't really know, why it is called "Rock Hard". Except for one thing. Ah - so we are talking fornication again! The fox can't seem to make up his mind whether the Hard Rock Downstairs A Go Go or the Hard Rock Upstairs Cowboy A Go Go has the better ambience for fornication. Basically the classical outfit of the Rock Hard dancers are the sexier of the two. Ain't nuttin' in this world beats Thai ladies in French underwear, I swear.

But a big plus goes to the Cowboy A Go Go for trying to do something different. So that's where I get my daily exercise, right there, running up and down the stairs between Rock and Cowboy girls. In the meantime my old friend Steve sits outside in the BBQ, talking to the police guys, who have chosen Rock Hard their second home. Steve hardly goes into the Go Go any more, except when he has to take leak.
-I go to Bangkok so often, he says, it is much better there!
But he is wrong, of course. Nothing is better in Bangkok. Everything is better in Patong. An evening out in Bangkok begins and ends with sitting in a taxi, looking at traffic. In between you sit in another taxi, driving from one place to another, looking at more traffic.

There is nothing at all which can compare to the uniqueness of Patong. Here you wander around in one long, happy intoxication from one bar, one A Go Go to another, until your good old Honda Dream takes you home somehow, somewhere. Sometimes you wake up at your own house, sometimes alone. Sometimes you wake up at somebody else's. Or in a hotel. But there is always your good old Honda Dream parked outside, waiting.

Cowboy Hat

This particular night my favorite dancer, Noi, was not among the Cowboy rompers. Maybe she was with a farang. Maybe she had found another job. You never know. One day they are here, the next day they are gone. But there was another girl, who caught my eye. Right away she made a point out of dancing "just for me"… you know, how they can do that? Look at you, smile and never take their eyes away until you blush and buy them a drink?

This new girl's name was Uan. Which stroke me as kind of strange, because she was very lean and neat. When she stepped down to shake hands with me, the rim of her Stetson was exactly the level of my forehead. I was seated and she was standing up. Involuntarily I wondered if one could not put the hat to some good use, like placing a drink on it…? Then Uan kissed me and I understood that cowboy hats are good for donating shelter while kissing a Go Go dancer on the lips in her bar.

Uan made it clear that she had never kissed a farang before. As I had never met a Go Go dancer who had never kissed a farang before I decided to take her out. I tried to haggle about the bar fine. As a regular customer I felt entitled to a discount. But it was a No Go.
-We ought to charge you extra, the tab keeper said, shaking her head; we will soon have to replace the worn out steps of the stairs!
-And who is going to pay for that? She added morosely.
So I took my newly found beloved one downstairs, treading very carefully on the steps. Steve was still sitting with the MIB (men in black). As he saw us, he exclaimed:
-Harry, where did you find that one?
-In the Cowboy A Go Go I said.
Steve looked at us with a mischievous grin:
-I can't believe I didn't see her first.
Uan took his hand and smiled.
-Mai pen rai, I will see you later.
Her smile was like an open flower. You could tell that she wanted Steve to be the second farang in her life, whom she had ever kissed.

Classical Thai Dance

Leaving the Rock Hard, we headed for Soi Sunset.
"When you slip into Extasy, you know you made the right choice". That's the motto on their logo.
I sure felt I had made the right choice when I slipped into Extasy with Uan's little hand in mine! She looked different now. The Stetson was gone; she had put on a long, black dress and let the hair fall down her back. She sat there like a mahogany statue with a hand under her chin, looking at the dancers with great apprehension. I ordered a coke for her and - you guessed it - a Jack Daniel's for my old self. Leaning back in the arms of love I let my eyes roam. It was cool in here. I wondered absentmindedly how the girls kept their warmth.

I mean, they were not moving THAT much. The name of the place might be Extasy, but the dancing style between the shining poles on the floor was still classical Thai A Go Go. Which means the belly part of the body moving forward and backward with this wavy, bumpy motion that rocks the whole body except the head and the feet. A classical Thai Go Go dancer will nod her head gently, grab the pole with two outstretched hands and twist her feet sidewise.

The foot twist is especially fascinating. You won't see it anywhere else in the world. I used to stand like that when I was a teenage boy because I had seen James Dean do it and it ruined my shoes. To see the Extasy dancers do it was something quite different of course. The first thing is - the heels were so high, you can't believe it can be done without breaking either them or the ankles. At the same time they go down a little bit and spread their knees, which makes the whole posture look wildly erotic. It is a mixture between awkward devotion and ultimate control. Far out.

I could tell by the look on sweet Uan's face she figured she had something to learn. I patted her shoulder and told her that nobody looked as good as she up on second floor with a Cowboy hat and a tight pair of torn shorts.
-Thank you, she said and gave me a little wai, I know you are being polite!
-No I am not, I said, I am not just being polite. When I saw you up there, I saw an angel.
-What is an angel? she asked.
-An angel is… I hesitated. How do you explain what an angel is to somebody called Uan who has just kissed her first farang?... to be continued

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