Arrested in Bangkok After Smashing up a Bar | Part Two

Continuing the story that starts here.

Our hero JC was not a happy bunny. He was very hungover and quite worried about visiting a Thai police station as I’m sure you can imagine. The Thai police, especially in the touristy areas are actually very helpful to farang and do let a large amount of Thai law slide so the tourists can have fun and presumably spend more money. This is pretty good considering the officers only get a minimal wage and have to do a tough job. Even so, the prospect of having to deal with any police force in a different language when you’re far from home and people who could help is a bit daunting. Of course I was happy to come along with JC, even though I wasn’t sure if I could help at all.

JC said he didn’t mind. He really was quite worried and basically said all he wanted was a way to stall in a few places while he had time to think. He kept saying he thought it was a scam, after all, how can you break a piece of marble that was thick enough to be a table top? Even if it was quite thin, it would have taken effort. The plan was, we went to the station and see what happened. JC would make his case and if he needed to think he would turn to me and we’d pretend to be whispering to buy a little time.

So Bad Pitt drove us to the station and told us that it was better to go and talk about it to sort it out than run away. JC was still considering cheesing it to Cambodia. Mr. Pitt told us to go in without him as it would look better. He said he’d stay outside if we needed him and make some phone calls to see if he could help… somehow. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant at the time.

We wandered into the station with JC still mumbling that this wasn’t a good idea and went up to the desk chap. We explained who we were and said we’d been told to come at 18:00 to sort it out, but the officer behind the desk wasn’t sure what had happened. He looked through the log book of last night’s events and couldn’t find a record of it. JC was pretty relieved as he thought he could just scarper and that would be the end of it. Sadly the officer disappeared, then came back saying the bar owner (T-BO) would be there very soon. So we sat and waited.

In comes T-BO and his friend. They both appeared to be fairly unhappy and we all  looked to the officer behind the desk for some kind of sign. Maybe we were expecting him to say “Look, it’s very black and white to me. Here’s the situation and here’s the solution.” What we got was an expression of “Do you really want this to go through the legal system? I suggest you work this out yourselves.” and so we started to talk about what happened.

Which is continued here.