JonDLundyn Parker #9
December 1st 2006 17:12
Prize fighters
CHAPTER 9
Boxing in Bangkok
Lundyn’s ketch was tied up at the Ocean Marine Yacht Club, Jomtien in Pattaya. Here he had a secure berth on the marina and he could stay in a small apartment they had rented for a few days on the 30th floor of the hotel. Karen had to leave almost immediately to meet with her lawyers about a small hiccup in her dead husband’s will. She would be back in a week or so she said. The three men were sitting in a small café in Pattaya eating rock lobster, which was prepared by splitting the tail into chunks and frying it in oil with garlic, ginger and chilli. A sauce was then made with palm sugar, lemongrass, basil and coconut cream. A mountain of steamed fragrant rice accompanied the dish. The men ate with gusto and drank a chilled Riesling wine to wash it down. They watched the passing parade from their vantage point on the roadside café. They ordered tea and settled down to business. The next day they would leave for Bangkok in the Seawind amphibian that was in a hangar at the local airport. The ketch would stay at the marina. The General had arranged an exhibition bare knuckle fight between Lundyn and Roscoe at a kick boxing stadium that featured Muai Thai style fighting that was popular in Thailand. There they would await any message from the General’s friends.
Franks bars were firstly girlie bars but to the foreign tourist from Australia or Europe he specialised in many of their local foods. He made the best hamburgers and steak sandwiches, huge heavy German meals that were so out of place in the heat of Asia but sought after by the homesick tourist. His roast dinner nights were legendary in Bangkok.
With his customer base assured he moved into the more lucrative side of his business and then invested in real estate. He owned four of the small hostel style hotels that catered for the street girls and out of town business travellers. He had two country houses and a small interest in a resort at Phuket. He was a well-placed and good contact to know. The three men were sitting on bar stools outside Frank’s office bar. They were making small talk with the girls who were going to be working tonight. It was still early in the evening and officially they had not started work yet. Frank emerged from his basement, He was not a big man but he was slab muscled and had his hair shaved short on his head. A short well trimmed grey beard and twinkling eyes were the next thing that one noticed about him. Then there was the saunter that only a legionnaire could imitate. Seeming to be full of confidence in himself and his band of brothers. The girls immediately swarmed him as he appeared at the bar. They sat him down and started to massage his shoulders and back. One was giving him a scalp massage as well. This was a ritual for them as they showed respect for him. Franks eyes flicked over the faces of the people at the bar. A few tourists, men with nothing to do and a couple of Germans with their big wives in tow looking for a night out in the naughty girlie bars. Then his eyes rested on the three Aussies at the bar. His eyes lit up and a big grin spread across his broad face. “Lundyn, General good to see you both,” he moved away from the attentive hands of the girls and raced across the bar to shake hands. “And you must be Roscoe?” he said looking Roscoe up and down. “I haven’t met you but I know a lot about you?” He came out from behind the bar, first turning to the girls and clapping loudly to them and in his Aussie accented Thai, told them to get off to work and make him some money. They turned and giggled to him and set off. Several of them went to the German tourist table and sat on the men’s laps. The wives were tickled pink. This was the style of action that they were expecting.
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