The humid Bangkok air hung large as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Street. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colours, along with 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 unde

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