Mrs R and I were walking in a street, similar in size to Rose Street, which had been pedestrianised for the weekend. It was very pleasant, but I can't remember in which part of Thailand we were.Quote:
Originally Posted by lapsedhibee
There were stalls offering Mojitos and bottles of Singha, Thai street food, and all sorts of arts and crafts. It was very pleasant.
As we walked along we noticed people handing out leaflets, a la Edinburgh Festival Fringe, and we were approached by a stunning beauty. They had clearly spent a considerable amount of time doing their make up, but rather than look cheap and overdone, it was very classy and endearing. Petit and slim, they are still one of the most stunningly beautiful people I've ever met.
We had a brief conversation about their show, where it was and start time, and ascertained it was singing and dancing with some gentle comedy. We took a leaflet and wandered off.
When we eventually stopped at a bar for a drink, I had a closer look at the leaflet, and there, on the front page, was the person who we'd spoken to a few minutes earlier, advertising a glamorous Ladyboy show.
We didn't go to the show, partly because of our own inhibitions, but also because it sort of feels like you're not going to enjoy the entertainment the artists are creating, rather that the artists themselves are the entertainment.
I'm sure that's exactly what the show was about, but it just didn't feel right. Sort of bearded lady in reverse. A "freak show" as they used to be delightfully called.
So I have spoken to a ladyboy, but I've never oggled one, well, not inappropriately, I hope.
I must remember to pack my mirror sunglasses in case I see any in Rio. 😎
