From Subway Slaughter to Hotel Hell
I’m just an ordinary everyman who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and it almost cost me my life, and so I’ve decided to write this story partly to get it off my chest, and partly to let people know just what happened during the fall of Bangkok. Normally in these kinds of stories you are following the exciting journey of a military type or at least someone who knows about guns or medicine but I’m just your ordinary run of the mill guy. Let me first tell you a little about myself before I get into the real meat of the story. I’m a postman by trade and I hail from a nice shiny new town in the south of England called Milton Keynes (Yes it’s a strange name I know but that’s not important anymore) About 2 months ago I decided that I’d had enough letter dropping and promptly booked myself on a flight to the bustling city of Bangkok. As I’m single and not looking to get married anytime soon (I’m only 27 by the way) that wasn’t too difficult to arrange. So here I am on this roo