I know, I know. You’re sick of talking about Covid. God knows, I am. Last year, when I got trapped in the US for five months during the global travel ban, I posted a few blogs on the subject, and then in the last one, triumphantly claimed I would never write another one. But then,…
Happy Sunday, reader. “Happy” may be an exaggeration, considering the current pharma-police state. Content Sunday to you, reader. The bars and gogos remain shut. Nearly all good restaurants have moved to Foodpanda. You can’t even go to the gym (full disclosure, I didn’t go when it was open). At the moment, I’m low on pics…
Happy never-ending lockdown, reader. How’re you holding up? If you’re like my two friends Kee Mao Moo and Lucky, you’re nearing the end of your rope. I don’t see them—how and where and why would we get together? Instead, we separately search the streets of Bangkok for restaurants that will quietly serve booze in coffee…