Bangkok

Within the first two hours in Bangkok we wandered into an outdoor cafe, purple canvas covering five wooden tables, two burners in the corner.  It wasn't even 9am, but the tables were full of locals enjoying steaming plates of curry, pork, papaya and broths infused with lemongrass.  Our dishes were smooth concoctions of local flavors. We moaned in delight.  Rain moistened the Sukhumvit as food vendors set up stalls.  After paying for our meal, which cost less than $4 per person we strolled into a store front offering massage.  The best antidote to an 18 hour flight is being pummeled by a petite Thai girl.  We're about to embark on an afternoon of humid sightseeing. My head is a little foggy, but I'm up for the adventure.