Bangkok Airport
It stretches on endlessly and is like a mobius strip of perfume, cosmetics and liquor.
I am exhausted because my body thinks it’s 2am and hasn’t slept yet. The fluorescent lights don’t help.
My terminal is at the end of the end and by the time I get there I’m sure that I have come full circle because it all looks the same.
The travelators talk and the security women are silent.
I have one 11-hour leg to Frankfurt and then a 3hour train to meet Davina. Must sleep on this leg.
