Indonesia is behind us. So is Singapore and Malaysia and tomorrow Thailand will be a memory. After a five glorious weeks in the Indonesian Archipalego that were nothing short of life-changing we have fallen behind our mythical itinerary. Sadly, we had to sprint through Malaysia’s rainforests and Southern Thailand’s beaches to get to Bangkok (to eat ourselves stupid). Something had to give. Travel is always a frustrating compromise within yourself and on this occasion the stomach won. Bangkok is a mesmerisingly chaotic jumble that demands visitors peek around that next corner, walk into that market place and eat that smoking, juicy satay sitting on banana leaf next to an open-barbecue. The tangle of freeways and monorail-lines that cloud the city give us mere humans walking beneath the sense of constantly being cooped up and surrounded. The sun beats down through the smog making me regret my recent lack of exercise.  

Tomorrow we are off to Cambodia. Dad’s computer is broken so we have very limited (and expensive!) internet access. Watch this space…