The humid Bangkok air hung weighty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon indications blazed an assault of colours, and the rhythmic drone of motorbikes stuffed the air. Heads turned as he handed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the simple

The humid Bangkok air hung heavy as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Street. Neon indicators blazed an assault of colours, as well as rhythmic drone of motorbikes stuffed the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the simple