Back to Bangkok

From a winter storm watch the wheels of my United Airlines left Toronto. Emerging from the clound into the sun, I watched the ground, the world scroll past. From the frozen fields of Montana, the Queen Charlotte Islands, Tokyo to Bangkok. Tropical heat still hangs when I step out into Bangkok 30 hours later, the heat and the smell of foreign cigarette sticking to me outside the confines of the air conditioned airport.

I have returned!