Welcome to Maya

Well, ladies and gentlemen, the tea and juice got me back on my feet. I staggered through security, Russian immigration, customs, and all the slings and arrows of indignity that air travel could throw at me. With the help of the nimble Indulekha, 12 hours later we made it through more indignities on the Bangkok side. We had arrived in Thailand, land of smiles and Buddhist Temples, So-wadi-Cop.

This blue gate-keeper (Yamadutta?) stands guard at international arrivals and departures along with his counterpart who is white.

With Russian film director Indulekha Devi 

Airport Roof in Bangkok

 Alas our respite from air travel was short-lived. We had to make the connecting flight to Chiang Mai. And so, once again we went through the security check for Bangkok Airlines, a little boutique airlines with friendly staff and plenty of water.

Bangkok Air

The sign that greeted us warned that we would be entering the land of Maya.

But I was determined not to fall for Maya's traps at this stage of the game. 

So long for now. We'll update this space regularly so keep checking in. Hari bol, Dandavatas, and Adios.