No I'm not back in Bangkok, but forgot to tell you about this bit. After Christine and I had our big day out we went in search of a cold beer and a feed. After tea at a little place in a purely middle eastern sector we were in the street looking around and this egyptian man and his friends came up to me, looked me up and down, and one of them grabbed my arm and felt up and down like I was a leg of lamb to be roasted. I was gob smacked, so indicated that it was all muscle. He and his friends nodded and said "good, good". No idea what they meant, but I came away with my arm intact and felt that perhaps having big "muscly" arm was a good thing
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