Last night I landed on Khao San Road. It’s like Vegas and a fever dream had a baby, then fed it Red Bull and repentance. A man tried to sell me a suit, while wearing only flip-flops. Respect. Lost a dance battle to a 60-year-old British backpacker. Devastated. Somewhere between my fourth bucket of mystery alcohol and an impromptu Muay Thai match, I realized: Khao San Road is a place where elephant pants go to die. BangkokAdventures