The humid Bangkok air hung significant as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Road. Neon signs blazed an assault of colours, plus the rhythmic drone of motorbikes filled the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the simple crow

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