Talk fifteen
Nyaung Oo, 09th December
- What are you going to remember from Nyaung Oo?
- Our favourite restaurant where we were served the best and cheapest caipirinha[1] on earth. For five zloties! A Brazilian drink in Myanmar. It was very unusual.
- Do you remember our local market with a paid parking for bicycles?
- Sure. We were running up and down the market for several hours so that you could take interesting photos.
- Are you saying I wasn’t discreet enough?
- I don’t like when local people are treated as animals in a zoo, where tourists wander from one cage to another snapping photos to catch the most intimate moments.
- Oh, you are exaggerating. I, too, respect the privacy of the people we meet on our way. However, a market site, out of its nature, is a public place, and the presence of tourists is most welcome. It’s obvious that local traders are used to being watched and photographed. Naturally, they are not delighted. But what wouldn’t one do to attract potential customers?
- Bullshit. Those tourist buy some trinkets. They flock to the market to see the local people toil at work. They build up their self-appreciation for living in richer countries.
- You are unfair. However, I understand your embarrassment. I’m irritated with their behaviour, too. Especially when they are loud and insolent.
- What was that you liked there?
- Everything! During those hours when I was watching this town and its huge market function. Hundreds of bicycles and motorbikes roaring around, small trucks stuffed with merchandise to the limit carrying on top of the piles some dozen people who, nobody knows how, hold to these piles and do not fall off of them!
- The motorbikes are also stuffed with whatever comes, and on each them rides a three-people family at least.
- All of this makes a general chaos in which the people manage to see some sense.
- The whole market, full of varieties of foodstuffs containing heaps of meat and fish, took me by surprise. It didn’t stink!
- You and that oversensitive sense of smell of yours! The market was clean everywhere!
- What were those monks doing there?
- In the market you could see nuns – novices. They differ from the monks with the colour of their robes. In Mynamar nuns wear pink and monks wear brown and red robes. Every morning nuns and monks collect food offers which is their only nourishment.
- Why do women and sometimes children have their faces painted with some yellowish powder?
- They use thanaka[2] in a form of some sticky powder which is made from some type of wood and water, which they put on their faces and sometimes on necks and shoulders. It is used as a sun block and make up as well.
- And those men who wear thanaka are gay?
- I know that with the question you want me to tell something about the gay reality in this country. Officially homosexuality is forbidden and is liable to a penalty. Western journalists tried to explore the problem from inside, but they didn’t get any reliable information about the current status of gay people in Myanmar. They claim that the sexual morality in the country is “exceptionally conservative”.
- Nobody can escape from the problem.
- As nobody can escape their nature. Political changes which are coming to Myanmar will bring along liberalization of the social life as well. Thailand is the best example.
- We haven’t managed to meet anybody here with whom we could talk freely.
- The military dictatorship has been successful in not allowing their people to talk with foreigner on “dangerous subjects”.
- We are now at the is the place where we are about to finish our common journey with Seth.
- He is going back to Bangkok via Yangon where he’s going to be on his own the whole day and night. I’m a bit worried about him.
- He’s a big boy.
- But just a bit frightened having to be on two flights all by himself and spend the day in Yangon.
- He told me that he already was missing us.
- Apparently he liked being with us.
- You tried hard to make him feel fine.
- Did you lose anything by that?
- You know my opinion on the subject.
- Wasn’t it nice for you when we both were touching and caressing you and …?
- Somehow the caresses did not make me hot too much.
- Seth was extremely soft and delicate. When you were lying turning your back to us, I had to take his hand and lead it down your chest and belly, still down… You didn’t protest.
- Why did you do that?
- To encourage him. He was shivering with excitement but didn’t have the courage to touch you. When he eventually reached where he had always wanted to be, he sighed with lust and all his body tautened. Finally, he’s got to know what he had always wanted to know!
- What was that he’s got to know?
- That the palm of his hand is very small.
- And you, did you touch him?
- Yes. I’d gently touch his back and after a while I pushed him towards you, so that he could be very close to you for a moment at least. He really wanted that.
- How do you know?
- Before he’d move close to you, he was lying on his back and was nervously breathing. I wanted to calm him down, so I put my hand on his chest. He took it and pulled it down where he himself wanted it to be.
- Was he aroused?
- Oh, well. He was. Very.
- What was that made you hot?
- This and later watching your innocent caressing. I got seized with the desire to be close to you.
- How close?
- As close as it was possible. I was happy that you let me to.
- But it wasn’t the best of our moments together?
- No, it wasn’t, but my discomfort was caused by the fact that you didn’t like our threesome too much.
- So, what was it all for?
- I admit, I fancied the experiment. Frankly, I had Seth’s eyes in mind in which I’d seen his longing for being that close to us. I wanted him to have been happy for a while. And I’d like to assure you that thanks to you, he did feel a lot of joy.
- What joy did you feel?
- Having you close to me. It’s a pity you were so negative.
- You know I like Seth, but…
[1] Caipirinha drink
[2] Thanaka
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