My first daylight impressions of Bangkok were from my son’s 17th floor apartment in On Nut. I was mesmerised. By the monks in saffron robes and the Thai way of life. By the endless zig zagging of overhead electricity cables and the traffic that never stopped flowing. Ever. I slept with the curtains and window open so I wouldn’t miss a daybreak and woke before everyone else to watch this scene play out every morning. I still long for those mornings sometimes, even surrounded by all the beauty that is Cape Town.