Phew. Finally arrived in Bangkok (minus 1 digital camera thanks to some over-enthusiastic baggage handlers on the way to Dubai) and it is MENTAL. Crossing the road here is roughly akin danger-wise to base jumping. Traffic is a fifty mile an hour free-for-all with every conceivable vehicle, including food carts that are still cooking giant pots of noodles.
Sam and I have thus adopted the technique of standing around until a Thai person comes along, then walking about an inch behind them until they get to the other side. Sam's theory behind this is that "they won't mow one of their own".