Nang's parents are poor workers in Korat. As most other citizen of Thailand's North Eastern region Issan or Essarn they heared from friends and relatives the stories about all that generous Farangs living in Pattaya. They told her daughter of their deep debts and asked her to go to the city of money and to get a rich farang. Nang is a good daughter. She left her job at one of Bangkok's largest electronic producers and went to Pattaya. At Pattaya's Bus Station Ekamai Nok was already waiting for Nang. Nok is from Chang Mai, but is working at a bar in Pattaya for many years. An is a member of Nang's large family clan. In stories told at Nang's family, Nok is known as a rich woman. She already visited England with a English Farang and Sweden with a Swidish guy, but Nang is a clever young woman. When arriving at Nok's room she did miss the anticipated expensive furniture and the warm water in the bathroom. Nok's room did not even had a kitchen. She didn't say anything, but her eyes and ears registered every single picture and every single word. During the first evening Nok took Nang to her bar, but Nang was disapointed. The Farangs visiting the bar didn't speak her language. She couldn't understand anything. Unnecessarily that crazy Farangs tried to touch her hands, legs and breasts. Some even tried to kiss her. Nang asked Nok to bring her back to her room. The next day the two decided that it would be better for Nang to get a job at a hotel. After visiting a few hotels, Nang got a job at a restaurant at a nice hotel in Jomtien. After living in Jomtien for about 3 months Nang told her family that she will go back to Bangkok. Farangs are crazy people, Nang told her mother. They prefer to eat tasteless farang food, wear dirty clothes, are speaking a gibberish farang language and are "mao" (drunk) almost every day. She is now happy at her former working place and tells all her friends and colleagues that many stories about the happy, funny and rich Pattaya bar girls are stories only. More often than not, not one single word of a story tells the true.
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