Returning recently from a jaunt in Europe I was faced with a 12-hour stopover in Bangkok. Yes, it sounds like crap, and it was.
Hopping off the KLM tumbrel cart I had been strapped to for 13 hours, I slid through customs like a ghost – my head felt like someone had lined it with newspaper and replaced my brain with a ferret.
I had grand plans of hanging out at the airport. I figured that Suvarnabhumi in all its shiny newness must have something to entertain a weary wanderer for half …