Elephant Isle
November 7th 2008 After two sticky days in Bangkok, I felt trapped in some sort of drug-induced stupor. I wandered about town, trying my damnedest to devote appropriate awe to the city’s historical wats and Buddhas and to relish the colorful chaos of the markets, but the humidity was kicking my ass. Bangkok is a wet, busy, grimy town- and its admirable inhabitants were intriguing-but my New England lungs took the
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