The humid Bangkok air hung major as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Road. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colors, and the rhythmic drone of motorbikes crammed the air. Heads turned as he handed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the undeniable crow

The humid Bangkok air hung hefty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Street. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colors, and also the rhythmic drone of motorbikes crammed the air. Heads turned as he handed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers followed in his wake. David, the plain c