Yep, second night in Bangkok and I had pizza (a full 24 hours later than one would expect, but still). In my defense, Robert wasn’t feeling well and HE suggested Italian; I would have been perfectly happy eating Thai food. Yep, that is my story and I’m sticking to it. (And I can confirm that the pizza in this part of the world will never win any awards, although it did have a healthy dose of garlic and was served up by a lady boy).
We are currently in the United States.