What is that old saying: be careful what you wish for, you might just get it? Raymond had a wish come true, but I suspect it was mine. I met him at the luxurious Anantara Resort and Spa in Thailand's Golden Triangle, where my room with a private terrace overlooking the steamy jungle cost around $1200 a night.
After I had relaxed in the pool-sized bath with its rose petals and aromatic oils I headed for the Elephant Bar, a cool and airy room brushed by ceiling fans and with views across the pool and jungle canopy. From here you could flick a peanut into Myanmar.
Raymond, who was resident manager at this sliver of tropical paradise, introduced himself. He was in his early 30s at a guess, handsome and healthy as so many Swiss are, and had scored this dream position at a hotel that attracted wealthy internationals who wanted nothing more than to relax.
He made sure everything ran smoothly and that the imported wines were up to scratch.
That night, he insisted I be his guest at the resort's Italian restaurant - yes, beautiful chianti and veal available in the Golden Triangle. The following morning we breakfasted on the patio, then Raymond drove me to the elephant park and we climbed into the hills so I could choose an animal to ride.
That evening we met again in the Elephant Bar and again Raymond wanted to try some new wines an importer was offering him, so we sat and talked.
It came up that I had interviewed numerous rock musicians and Raymond was enthusiastic. He was a huge fan of heavy metal, had a vast stereo system in his on-site apartment, and wanted to know what musicians I had met.
I promised that when I got home I would send him the DVD of the Metallica documentary I had just seen at the movies.
Then I remembered that the Scorpions from Germany were playing in Bangkok that weekend and Raymond went slightly melancholy.
"I know, my girlfriend is looking after them," he said. "I really wanted to see them, I like them so much but, you know ... "
He gestured around the teak and panelled Elephant Bar.
Raymond's Thai girlfriend lived in Bangkok and they saw each other maybe once a month. She had something to do with the music industry because she met many touring artists.
A fortnight later I sent an email saying the Metallica DVD wasn't available yet but when it was it would be winging its way to him at beautiful Anantara. And thanks again for the hospitality. The reply came from another address. He had quit his job and was now back in Bangkok looking for work. Raymond was no longer a prisoner in paradise.
Trapped in a Thai paradise
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