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

The humid Bangkok air hung weighty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colors, as well as 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 und