I don’t particularly have one type of guy that I fancy, but after being in Thailand for just over two weeks and not seeing anyone that I thought was remotely attractive, I started to become a pervert. I knew I had to get back to England for the men asap when I saw a Monk walk past and I fancied him. Yes, a monk. A holy man. A member of Thai society that does not even speak to women. How could I fancy a monk god damn it?!
I was just grateful it wasn’t just me; one of the other girls in the group had noticed him too, but we were both ashamed of ourselves. To be fair to us he wasn’t the normal monk that you expect to see, like this monk that we first met.
The ‘’sexy monk’’ was tall, (Thai men are short, a simple fact) broad shouldered, muscled and covered in tattoos, with that and a skin head, he seemed like a bit of a ‘’lad’’, a monk lad, but actually just a monk. After seeing this monk, we actually found out more about these religious men and found out that these ‘’laddish’’ qualities were actually for spiritual reasons. Monks shave their heads and remove their eyebrows because they are seen to be signs of vanity, and when living a pure life, like a monk should, vanity has no place. The tattoos are also spiritual symbols, and many monks believe that the markings on their skin give them magical powers. For instance, in Thailand, if a monk has a tattoo of a tiger on his back, then he can be seen to possess the magical strength of the tiger. Others even believe the markings on their skin allow them to do certain things such as fly.
Monks are normally given offerings of food and gifts, there is no system as with Christian priests who are given a house attached to the church, or the Salvation Army who are given a house and a car, monks live solely on donations from the members of their village. Women however are not allowed to touch the monk, all offerings have to be placed onto a specific white cloth or bowl, where the monk will then take it. Speech between women and monks does not occur. See, no chance of me chatting up the fit monk, I wouldn’t even be able to ask his name.
Not that I would be able to understand, the Thai language is mostly tonal, so basically on some instances the exact same word can be said three times with different tones and mean completely different things. Imagine ordering a drink but what you’re really saying is diarrhoea, really complicated right?! So basically, I avoided the fit monk, washed my brain out with Holy water and promised myself to never think like that again because it is disrespectful.
Also, according to my volunteer leader, the condoms in Thailand are a lot thinner than in the western world, i’ll let you decide if that’s a good thing or not