Wearing familiar heavy cotton shorts, short sleeve shirt, familiar backpacks at my feet, muggy air flowing over me in the familiar well ventilated non-ac bus with its worn wooden floor. But this isn't India, its Thailand. I could list the many ways Bangkok is more advanced, this bus is probably one of the oldest designs in the street, but at first glance you could mistake the two. The bus journey cost 13p. My plans: vague, head north. The idiot has returned.
