I had only been in Thailand for a couple of weeks by 5 December 2011. The group of nomads I had just met banded together and we made the long bus ride through the most congested streets Bangkok had ever seen to Sanam Luang, where royal ceremonies were held.
Prime Minister Yingluck was going to give a speech, and we wanted to catch it, but thanks to nose-to-tail traffic we arrived magnificently late. Not that it mattered. Over two million people were going to gather in the typically empty green field, and the celebration was expected to last for hours.
I remember walking through Khao San Road for the first time and being completely spellbound by the lights, noise, and activity. I tried to work out what this image meant to the present, but my naiveté, the swirling colors, and my rambling emotions distorted my sense of time and space. I walked down that wretched hallway of snake charmers and salesmen and agreed with my new friends that we should hang out there sometime, because it looked like a good time. Continue reading