The humid Bangkok air hung weighty as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Highway. Neon symptoms blazed an assault of colors, as well as the rhythmic drone of motorbikes loaded the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the simple crown jewel of Bangkok's Males, was accustomed to t

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