One of the malls in Bangkok had an airport theme. The doors into the mall were Gate 1, 2, 3, etc. The floors were different cities. It was pretty fun to walk around and see what a mall in a different country looks like.

This was the breakfast buffet at our Bangkok hotel. A very small portion of the buffet. They have an actual honeycomb draining out into the serving dish. It was very cool.

The buffet itself was easily the biggest buffet I have ever been to. This includes all kinds of buffets in the US. Imagine the breakfasts they have out at Hampton Inn or Holiday Inn Express. About ten feet of counter with various foods.

Now imagine at least twenty counters like that. The counter in the picture below was just the pancake, waffle, french toast station. The guest were very international and there seemed to be breakfast items for every culture on the planet. Most options would not be considered breakfast items in the US, but everything I tried was tasty. The pineapple fried rice was surprisingly tasty for breakfast.

And they had BOTH crispy and soft bacon available at all times.

This guy was buzzing around the Bangkok airport keeping things clean. When the line for boarding grew and enclosed it, it just sat there, quietly. No loud beeping or jerking around trying to find an escape. People seemed pretty chill about it and, when the line got smaller, it went on its way. The face on the front is pretty smart. Yes, it is still a thing, not a person, but it was hard not to think that it was happy as it went about its business.

They drive on the left in Thailand. They, of course, are very good at it.

My brain, however, is not very good at adjusting. Fortunately, I’m not driving anywhere, only riding. The what-side-of-the-road part of culture has been baked in since I was very young, I’m sure well before driving. It affects our thinking in many ways, not just driving.

Walking on the sidewalk, for example. You could tell if it was a Thai person walking toward you as they drifted to your right as they walked towards you. Americans and others would drift to your left. Given the narrowness of the sidewalks, it was something you had to pay attention to.

The lights were beautiful over the city. The city that didn’t sleep. The city that would be the death of me.

Ok, not really. And that would be the bad start of a good story. Still, the lights were beautiful.