Gastronomy and pugilism. One, it seems, begets the other when you're standing outside the Rajadamnern Stadium in modern Bangkok, the beating heart of old Siam. You drink a glass of pennywort and hand over your baht. You sidestep to the next stall and buy some glutinous rice and pork cooked in banana leaves. Then your mind begins to drift.
A drone has been deployed over the streets of Bangkok to give a birds-eye view of the tens of thousands of protesters taking to the streets to protest...
Friday 4th October 2013 will be an historic day. I know this because it cannot not be. In some ways it's just simple predictive history, in others it's a stirring, a surge or the tremors that result in a tsunami. Either way, it will be an historic day. For on this day that thing will happen that pushes a wedge of change, whether it be in the corridors or power or in the thoughts of the individual.
Last summer some friends and I took a trip around a few parts of South-East Asia. Of the entire trip we'd planned, getting out of Thailand was the part I was really the most nervous about. Pick up any guidebook to SE Asia and you're faced with page after page of warnings about the scams and the nightmarish coaches and tuk-tuk's between the Thai-Cambodian borders.