We love talking with cab drivers. They are part of the fabric of most big cities, and generally have their fingers on the pulse of society.
It’s our first morning on the go. We wake up to that familiar yet undefinable smell of Asia, and look out at the palm trees and rain forest nearby. Let’s go get breakfast. Wham! Oh yeah, we forgot that it’s hot – all the time.
There is a little ritual among air travellers whereby you arrive very early at the airport in an attempt to snare those elusive “good seats”. Our flight from Bangkok to Paris is only twelve hours but it’s overnight, so “good seats” are pretty handy.
You never feel like you’re on holidays until you wake up in a new place. We play the jet-lag card this morning and stay in bed until after 7:00 local time, greatly assisted by the bedroom air-conditioner keeping the temp below 24C all night.