The first time someone tried to sell me… someone.
I was in Thailand. It was a rough job. I slept on the beach in a hammock for 5 weeks. The local kids taught me how to dive in the ocean. I spent a lot of time in the water (that I later learned had a problem with shark attacks). I was really only there in case something went wrong so like all backups, I had a lot of time to burn. I had a driver that would take me back and forth between the different compounds “safely”. If you’ve never driven overseas you can’t understand the chaos. People do whatever they can get away with. A lot of things in third world countries are like that. In the first few days, I saw my first death. A guy was trying to splice into the electrical lines to get power to his house. He fell into them. A few days later I saw my first family killed. Motorcycles are family transportation in most countries. Wet roads and intersections are bad when the five year old decides to wiggle at the wrong time. Three kids and two parents. Bodies everywhere.
So a couple of weeks in I actually had some real work to do. I had been spending all day and into the night working with the Thai recon marines. My driver put up with me pulling him out of bed at strange hours without complaint. We were driving “home” one night and with limited English and my limited Thai he was able to get across that he wanted to stop and meet his friends. At that point I was too tired to argue so we went to a little hole in the wall bar to have a few drinks.
Now, I really like to study people. My degree is in Psychology, Sociology and Anthropology. That’s a lot of ologys that basically mean I like to look at the whole person. I may be a brick when it comes to language but when I go to country X, I make a point to learn to be polite. (when you are outnumbered and outgunned, smile. At the very least it will confuse them so you can run.)
So the waitress, maybe 15, brings me a drink of “whiskey”. I smile. That’s how you say “thank you” in Thailand. It’s called the “land of a thousand smiles” for a reason! She scurries back behind the bar. I think nothing of it. I’m trying to follow the conversation, and failing. A while later she brings another drink and I smile and nod. That’s “thank you very much” in Thailand. She quickly scoots back behind the bar. A few minutes later, she comes back. In front of her is an adult that by age and face, I assume was her father. He starts throwing out prices. Thailand as a whole has a bad reputation as being the place to go for prostitution. Foreigners amplify that reputation. Most foreigners don’t learn the culture so a smile to them is, “how much?” not “thank you.” While not interested in his pimping of the poor girl and trying to convey that in limited Thai, I did hear the prices. They were really high for the area. The poor girl was just staring at the floor. I turned to my driver and tried to explain that I wasn’t interested. With broken English and bits of Thai he explained that if I was going to be here for a while, it would be cheaper to buy than to rent. This guy was trying to sell me his daughter. I couldn’t speak. Welcome to the real world.