The humid Bangkok air hung large as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Street. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colours, as well as the rhythmic drone of motorbikes crammed the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the unden

The humid Bangkok air hung major as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon signs blazed an assault of colours, as well as the rhythmic drone of motorbikes filled the air. Heads turned as he handed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers followed in his wake. David, the simple