Which one of my friends sensibly asked why I was bothering to go all the way into Bangkok from the airport on an overnight transit to Europe?
Whoever that smart person is, you’ll be pleased to know that I was greatly inconvenienced by ardent, flag-waving ‘Red Shirts’ earlier tonight.
It took me nearly two hours to reach the “classic sophistication, refined elegance and bespoke service (with butler serving tea at any hour of the day and night)” in the recently opened St Regis Hotel on leafy Rajadamri Road overlooking the racecourse in the heart of Bangkok.
Can you also picture me when the young lady at the Airport Limousine desk informed me that the street to my hotel was blocked and that I should take the train!
“A train?”, query I, uncharacteristically imperious, looking over the rim of my spectacles!