Sometimes, something happens that goes a long way toward restoring your faith in humanity and Thailand and the Thai people.
Yesterday, I was walking up Suk Soi 7 toward the beer garden. I don't know what happened, but I stumbled, couldn't recover, and went down hard in the street. I saw a motorcycle avoid me once I picked my head up.
Before I knew it, before I even had time to start thinking about how I was going to get up, there were people around me, asking if I was OK, helping me up. I finally counted four men and one woman. They got me stood up. I had some scrapes, bleeding. Someone found paper towels somewhere, they helped me clean up, and one of them then walked with me to the beer garden and saw me safely to a stool.
The beer garden dek serve found a towel and then their box of plasters, and we finished the cleanup and bandaging job.
TIT. Thank God.
The Thais are still some of the most wonderful people on the planet.