One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble; no difference between pain and ecstasy. Murray Head brought Bangkok to the world, somewhere in the 80’s. I landed in Bangkok in the Indian summer of a warm April in 1989. I got a free ticket. We had to go and pick up jeans and Italian shoes from Bangkok. It was a ‘white collar smuggling‘ operation. I liked the sense of adventure over nothing; we were just picking up clothes for a boutique and saving on customs by spending on tickets, in an Indian way. As we left Grandpa‘s flat (apartment in US English), my cousin and me were ready and excited about our first flight.. Our relatives were not as warm as the time when Grandpa went on a world trip.
The night sky gave way to a beautiful morning through an Air France window. The airhostesses didn’t seem to like Indians too much as one of them was arguing with an old Muslim passenger and insisting that he had asked for vegetarian meal so here it was.