So I finally landed in bangkok and managed to ditch the 40-50 year old Libyan man who was trying to groom me or something, got my backpack and rucksack and navigated my way on public transport to Chong nonsi. I found my hostel without any drama and dumped my bags. I was tired, sweaty and hungry so went to the cafe next door to get my first taste of true Thai cuisine. The cafe was a shack and the cook had a massive bare belly which pressed up against the stove, t...