Two insights this morning.
The first is that I am inexorably drawn to overpasses. Scratch that. That's not news. What did come as news to me was the realization that somehow, by no intention or design on my part, I tend to wind up where I belong, which is within a hop, skip, and a jump of an overpass (or two). D.F.? Check. Buenos Aires? Check. NOLA? Check. Tokyo? Check. Bangkok? Check.
The other insight was more of a correction to a previous insight. When I was in Havana, I enjoyed myself, but there was no big love. I mistakenly attributed my indifference to an absence of danger. But that wasn't it. It was the lack of chaos that was the problem.
I could easily spend a month in Bangkok.