Tango at the Top End

  “This is number 13,” the taxi driver insisted as I stared dubiously at the building from which no light was emerging. He very kindly agreed to wait while I went to investigate. The first door I came to was locked. I went around the corner to the next door and looked inside. No dance floor, no tango music, but what seemed to be an office. Luckily there was still...

You’re never too tired to tango

My first full day in Bangkok and I spent it walking, boating and tuk-tuking through the heat, the downpours, the crowds and the chaos of this fascinating city. In true first-time tourist style, I also fell for a minor scam, but that is, perhaps, a story for another day. I got back to my hotel around 6pm, weary, legs aching, headache starting. Was I coming down with something? Maybe a...