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

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