The humid Bangkok air hung significant as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Road. Neon signs blazed an assault of colours, and the rhythmic drone of motorbikes crammed the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers followed in his wake. David, the plain crown jewel of Bangkok's Males, was accustomed to the atte

The humid Bangkok air hung weighty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon signals blazed an assault of colors, along with the rhythmic drone of motorbikes filled the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers followed in his wake. David, the plain crown jewel of Bangkok's men, was accustomed to the