
Bangkok
Gold roofs, brown river, cold malls
Do the Grand Palace early, before the heat and the tour groups, and keep some energy for Wat Pho next door: the reclining Buddha there is 46 metres long and somehow still bigger than you imagine. Then take the little ferry across the river for Wat Arun, which I like most when the sun goes down behind it.
Evenings belong to Yaowarat, the Chinatown street, where dinner is whatever the queue is longest for. On a weekend, lose a morning at Chatuchak market; when the heat wins, the air-conditioned malls around Siam are the city’s unofficial refuge.
The Skytrain, the metro and the river boats beat the traffic every time. For door to door, Grab or Bolt. A tuk-tuk is a nice memory once: settle the fare before you sit down.



