Bangkok is a bustling commercial metropolis, steamy, seedy, and a fun place to spend a day or two. Visits, of course, to the Grand Palace which was built especially for 6 million Chinese tourists per year, and Wat Pho, the largest reclining Buddha in the world. A cruise up the Chaopraya River, a wander through Chinatown, and a few Tuk Tuk rides. Day markets, night markets, food markets, fish markets, flesh markets. We’ve seen a fair bit of the local produce.

Life is all about being able to adapt to change, change your plan, plan your journey, and understand your environment. Nothing ever stays the same, and so our journey has taken a sharp left turn.

After three weeks of “Hello Mister” we have reset our location to France, and arrived here in Paris via Moscow only a few hours ago. It must have been the humidity! From the city of sweat, to the City of Light. Breakfast in Bangkok, lunch in Moscow, dinner in Paris.

Aeroflot got out their newest Airbus for the nine hour flight across India, the Himilayas, Paki, Afghani, Tajiki, Uzbeki, Kazakh… stans… and Russia. The couple two rows in front got out heir newest baby for our entertainment. The emptiness of the land below looks primed for the challenges of a motorbike crossing. But not today, maybe next year.

Beautiful Paris, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Seine, the Louvre, and lots of really famous dead people. Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison and many others are buried in great company here.