The humid Bangkok air hung large as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Street. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colors, as well as 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 undeni

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