When they won’t let you into a museum in shorts, the whole family ends up having to buy Thai pants, but you still get instantly identified as Russian. I should also note, separately, the squandering of public funds. Two guys flew with us from Moscow. At the airport, they were met by more guys. This morning they were sitting in the lobby of our hotel, filming us with a dashcam. Another one was sitting there keeping watch over the taxi stand. And what is all this for? For a story like: SCANDALOUS OPPOSITION FIGURE ATE THREE BOWLS OF TOM YUM AND RODE A TUK-TUK IN STYLE? I’ll tell you myself anyway: yesterday I had a “non-spicy” tom yum, and today I dared to try the “spicy” one. When my tongue and lips stop feeling like they’re on fire (tomorrow), I’ll do it again.