I'm on good old Khaosan road again, the mecca of the unwashed, the eurotrash, and me, in Bangkok.
The title is from a sign I saw on the bus ride in. They love their king here. He's the swavest guy with giant glasses I ever saw, so I don't blame them.
I met a couple of Japanese girls on the bus and had an interesting conversation with them. Afterwards, I tried to lead them to the cheap hotels, but they were fixated on following the guide. I don't know where they ended up; I am in a three-hundred baht a night place, and it's enough for me.
Tomorrow, long drive to the orphanage. Yay.