July 11 2006
Hemorrhoid hell on Koh Chang

Hemorrhoids are no joke but, if your arse explodes on remote Koh Chang, the locals will piss themselves laughing. The hero of this painful true story prefers to remain anonymous - so lets call him Nobby Stiles.
For the benefit of Mango Sauce's international readership, I first have to explain that shy English folk like myself are incapable of using words like "hemorrhoids" or "piles" in everyday conversation and rely instead on euphemisms known collectively as rhyming slang. To avoid saying the awkward word, we substitute another that (sort of) rhymes with it:
Ceramics: Ceramic tiles = Piles
Nobby Stiles: (tenacious Man United midfielder) = Piles
Chalfonts: Chalfont St Giles (English village) - Ditto
The classic expression for indicating to others that your piles are causing discomfort is "Ooo me Chalfonts!"
Back when I had a proper job, our equal opportunities co-ordinator was an African lady going by the name of Oomi. We all secretly hoped that one day she'd marry a man called Mr. Chalfonts.
Anyway, back to the story...
With pharmacies being so few and far between on Koh Chang, Nobby was forced to hire a motorcycle taxi to hunt down some soothing Preparation H but every bump and pothole on the island's poorly maintained roads inflicted new misery.
In each primitive drug store, he'd explain his embarrassing affliction to a giggling teenage girl - often with the added indignity of having to mime - only to be told that they stocked just Tiger Balm and suntan lotion.
Patient confidentiality is a term quite unfamiliar to the pharmacists of Koh Chang so, pretty soon, Nobby couldn't walk down the street without laughing Thai strangers asking after his battered bottom.
His condition didn't improve but, by concealing it, he was able to socialise with other tourists without fear of ridicule. He hit it off with a hot German girl but, at the end of the night, had to make his excuses.
Inevitably, she came scratching on his bungalow door later, begging for sex under some lame pretext, but all Nobby could do was pretend to be asleep and curse his throbbing bum-grapes.
[Posted to Travel by David]
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