At starbucks cafe in fragrant and humid Salom area in Bangkok. Just letting you know that I haven't joined the redshirts and am still safe. Movement is a bit limited, lots of security and roadblocks. Went for a ride in a tuk tuk with mad driver who took me down some seedy alleys. Most dangerous thing I've done since paragliding. I bought a cheap watch to keep them all happy, denied the boat trip down canals and didn't want a taylor to make me a suit or have the massage at the happy house.
That's a baby in her arms
The pervading smell is something between toe jam and my compost bucket. When I had dinner last night in a nearly empty restaurant in the very busy markets, the sauce for dipping my vegetables had the exact same smell as the aforementioned. And it was delicious!
Went to a go go bar after and was swamped by girls ( or were they boys?) and escaped after buying, at their insistence, three of them drinks. I have to learn the word for No.
Today I might get a real Thai massage.
The flight over was a cramped and sleepless one with me and my aching back in the window seat, when I'd asked for the isle.
From Bangkok,

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