How the Thai bourgeois take care of the Boys of Isaan ....

Suphot has gone home.
A couple of weeks ago I could tell that he was getting a bit antsy: his taxi/tour guide/motorcy taxi in Hua Hin was loosing steam ~~ as all small Thai business folks have noticed here ~~ and he was getting worried about his mother. For Mom, a few sisters, and two brothers (hopeless) 'home' is in Surin Province, deep in the rice paddies of Isaan.
We have a nice home there in the quiet and serenity (I love going there in peace for about a week) and he owns 20 Rai which he rents out to other farmers.
But Mom comes first .... so off he went ~ a drive of 8 or 9 hours. Once arrived he found Mom in perfect health and of no need of a nurse. But, "... while your here my favourite son ... " apparently her nearby ramshackle house has a number of holes in the roof ... "and you are, after all, my favourite son". And the icing on the cake ... your brothers are no-hopers.

So Pot fixes the roof, then, as she is fine, he sits with old friends drinking beer and eats certain disgusting foods which would NEVER be found in our fridge in Hua Hin.

Our country home and said beer garden:

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So about the proletarian.

Suphot is getting old these days. We have now been together 20 years and the handsome hottie (my-eyes-only) who sent me into a numbing-like sweat is now 50 and someone else can do the sweating and the heavy lifting. And the lifting takes money, and the virus adds to the population in the village thus just some weeks ago and came swimming back in droves from Bangkok & Hua Hin & Phuket & Chiang Mai & dozens of larger towns where jobs are easier to get & now not easy at all.

And this is what it looks like:

This is Pot showing off huffing and puffing (and smiling ... he knows he will be watching soon!) with that noisy monstrosity of which I don't even know the name.



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And this is the sweet looking village guy he has hired. Hmmmm. And no no no he does not do dancing naked in Bangkok (that's gone as well) but in a restaurant in that same city. He thinks the restaurant will open up now, but will he get his job back? That's the second part of the equation.
In the mean time he's out in the field doing what he was shown to do by his dad some years ago, before Bangkok. Pot, being a farmer for a good part of his Other Life (i.e. 'B.F.' 'Before Smiles') knows money is hard to come by in the dirt so he pays this young man a good salary, plus lunch, plus cold Leo Beer at the end of the day. He know's this guy's father, and respects him.

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And as most Isaan boys/men they smile at anything that has "Selfie" written on it.

(Photos taken yesterday)

One of the best written, illustrated and well informed posts I have read in a long time. Thank you Smiles.

Simply lovely. Smiley Smiles.

What a joy to read. Thank you Smiles.

A most refreshing post, Smiles. Thank you.

lovely post and always lovely to hear the 20 year part to show there IS hope of us guys working it out and sticking together through thick and thin too.

Only trouble if it was me living with Suphot and he brought that guy back to work on the farm, who's father he respected etc would be my having to walk around all day muttering "dont shit on my own doorstep, dont shit in my own nest" all day to remind myself NOT to even THINK about trying to corrupt the guy ! :)

Agreed.
Who in the least puritanical mind could resist the glistening perspiration on the youthful and lean chocolate skin...?

Take it easy there Dinagam. Your brain and your dick held a conversation and decided to write the same post twice ... glistening perspiration and all.
Get a grip.

Smiles, Pot is (still!) a cutey! You are a lucky guy!

...OMG...my bags are packed...nah...fuck the bags can buy new shit when I get there...I'm off to Isaan...