Malcolm Scott - Killing a Kiwi in Thailand

The Pattaya Puppy Dog Murder

by Malcolm Scott

Copywrite 2018 Malcolm Scott

T his isnt a book about Bali as much as it is a story about four friends who lived in Bali and Thailand for a number of years and the mischief they created and the misfortune they encountered. I have publicized the book as a sequel to Bali Raw because it is a continuation of what happened to Malcolm Scott during and after writing his first book. This story is also my attempt to discern how one of those friends met with ultimate tragedy halfway across the world from his home country of New Zealand.

Please take note of subheading on the book's jacket that reads, The Pattaya Puppy Dog Murder. This was chosen as part of the title because I felt it important that anyone thinking of purchasing this book. Understand that part of the story unfolds in Bali, but it also takes place in broader Indonesia and the resort city of Pattaya in Thailand.

I wanted to write this book as a sequel to Bali Raw but the title can be a little confusing, and I dont want you to waste your time or money if its not what youre looking for. If youre seeking a travel guide to Bali or Pattaya then this book probably isnt for you. Conversely, if youre hoping to live in Bali or Pattaya, then maybe it will be, hopefully, the following paragraphs will give you a further insight.

I received hundreds of messages and reviews from men and women to tell me how much they liked the stories in Bali Raw. The book became an international bestseller and it remains popular after a number of years. I also received hundreds of messages and reviews from readers to tell me they did not like the book because the subject matter included stories on prostitution and violence.

I write about some of the seedier places in Southeast Asia but my aim has never been to promote prostitution or violence. My objective has always been, to tell the truth no matter how adverse or unpleasant it may appear. This means I must write about the sex industry and sometimes the sleazier events that occur in places like Bali and Pattaya. I also see it as my obligation to persuade men who become involved in the sex industry in Southeast Asia, to treat these women with the respect they deserve.

I have no problem if men enlist the services of consenting adult women in the Southeast Asian sex Industry. Most of these working women did not become involved in prostitution because they are sick with addiction, or they are too lazy to get a proper job. The truth is there is no welfare safety net in Southeast Asia. And the majority of sex workers are single mothers trying to raise children without the support of their kids fathers. The working women I write about in this book are consenting adults in their twenties or thirties, and they have made a conscious decision to do what they do for financial reasons. They simply need the money to support their families, and to my mind, no one has the right to deny them that opportunity because of their own personal moral judgments.

I dont feel guilty writing about the more transparent side of the Southeast Asian Sex Industry. But I have no wish to write about the darker evil side, paedophiles, slavery, forced addiction etc. I have never been involved, and I dont want to be involved, but more importantly, I would not want to promote that kind of sickness in any way.

Some people may also claim that one feeds the other, and I am sure that is the case in a number of circumstances. The problem of having immoral criminals deeply embedded in the sex industry wont be solved until governments take responsibility. Turning a blind eye has never fixed anything, and the industry isnt about to just disappear. These governments need to legalise and monitor certain areas of the industry so they can isolate and eradicate other areas. This wont happen if they deny the existence of sex workers, or if they force them to hide behind a curtain of corruption and secrecy because of the threat of illegality.

I believe true stories which show the humanity of the people involved in the worlds I write about are important. However, please dont buy this book if you are looking for a travel guide as this isnt for you. You should only buy this book if you want to read a well written and true story, which allows an insight into how expats live and die in Southeast Asia. This story is also deeply important to me on a personal level, so I hope you will allow me to share my experiences of friendship and a tragedy in Bali and Thailand.

Malcolm Scott.

Bon Jovi Welcome to wherever you are.

I f you had to guess who would have been killed in Thailand then you definitely would have picked Rob. He loved to party and to be the centre of attention, and once we helped him escape his overbearing wife, we unleashed a beast. Unfortunately, the need to be seen is not a healthy thing in a place like Pattaya and he got noticed by the wrong person. I sometimes think he sensed he was going to be killed because he squeezed as much fun out of the last years as he could manage. Im also glad that he chose Mullet, Pugwash and I to spend this time with, as I dont think I have laughed more in my life. I was happy to meet and spend time with Rob, but I wish the end of his life hadnt been so devastating and tragic.

Mullet- Rob is the only person Ive met, who has had a Facebook hate page dedicated to him.

W hat gets to me is that he called me to catch up and I missed him by five minutes. That night when I arrived at the bar where he was later killed they told me he had just left. The staff didnt know where he was but had I been told that he was around the corner, I would have definitely chased him up. Then maybe I would have been able to warn him that he was tangling with somebody dangerous. Rob just couldnt sense danger and all his friends knew that you had to pull him back from the edge of the cliff on occasion. The sad thing is he was harmless and he hated violence more than anyone Ive ever met. Rob was full-forward motion, but he just liked to make people laugh and to be noticed, and it was all about having a good time.

Rob - Who gives a shit what people think? I just have fun, I dont hurt anyone. If they dont like what I do they can suck my balls.

I learned that Rob had been killed by a bunch of bar girls when I flew up to Thailand to surprise Rob, Mullet and Curly. I knew that Mullet would be sleeping so I went to Robs favourite bar hoping to find him out drinking. The Thais are not exactly subtle and as soon as I walked in they told me that he had been murdered across the street. I was floored, thats no way to learn that your good friend has died. I rang Curly and he explained that he and Mullet had tried to call but I had been away fishing. I didnt even get to go to Robs funeral and I didnt get the chance to say goodbye to a good friend. Something was stolen away from all of us on the night he was killed, and I think about him all the time and still miss his crazy antics. (Hands out, palms up, looking at the sky)

Rob I have, Welcome to Wherever You Are tattooed on my chest but my favourite Bon Jovi song is, Its My Life."

I expect Curly will write a book about what happened but I dont want a eulogy and I really dont want him to whine on and on about the night I was killed. I just dont have time for that depressing shit and lets face it I have an eternity now. When you read this book you should keep something in mind, if you dont like what I did, or how I behaved, you can suck my balls. Ok with that said I will let Curly get on with the story. But be warned, I will be offering my opinions as this book winds to it depressing conclusion. This is my story as far as Im concerned and being that my body weight has been reduced to a scattering of ashes blowing around some fucking mountain in New Zealand. This is probably my last real opportunity to stir up some shit.