Kuala Lampur, Nov. 19 -- On my last day in Bangkok, I briefly contemplated drowning myself in Chatuchak Park's lake.

It wasn't a sudden wave of suicidal ideation.

My shoulders, my back, my arms, my legs and feet all hurt.

It didn't help that I had been walking through the park from Mo Chit BTS trying to find the MRT station.

I did ask a local, who pointed vaguely in a certain direction but there were no signs, or at least no signs I could read.

Apple Maps finally got me where I was supposed to go while Google Maps kept showing a Starbucks that I could not spot anywhere.

The Starbucks, dear reader, was underground.

While in the park I sat on a bench, admired the lake, watched the locals nap on the grass while squirrels flitted acros...