Wattana Panich   Bangkok

Murdered by the sun on the 30 minute walk from my hotel, I arrived to find a line snaking around the side of the building. Almost at the point of fainting the shade held me aloft for long enough until it was my turn to join a communal table. My beef noodle soup came instantly along with an ice cold coke to press against my juggular vein to try cool my blood.

I ate deep of the unctuous soup, noticing a slight sweetness but not dangerously saccharine. The beef balls, meat and offal were all varying degrees of delicious, the noodles pretty standard, the atmosphere condusive. 

After having polished off the bowl and relieved myself of barely a couple bucks, I headed back into the bastard heat and waited on my grab taxi to whisk me into air conditioned bliss and new sadness.