Day Two - December 1, 2002: Bangkok After only four hours sleep I awoke to the noisy rattle of the air conditioner above my head, the first motorcyclists of the day starting up their shitbox bikes, and the locals down at street level deciding that the crack of dawn was the perfect time to wake the dead by clanging their pots and pans together. The pumping dance tunes from the swanky nightclub only 30 metres from my window had finally subsided and it was time to drag myself out of bed, limp into the bathroom, and try to make myself look like I hadn't just spent the past 48 hours in a coffin, even though it felt like it. Tony bashed on the door on his way past to yelled out that he would meet me
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