Spent a couple of days in New York. It's my fifth visit but still feel the thrill on arriving. It certainly had a feel all of its own, the energy is almost visible while standing in Times Square watching the world race by. It was the Marathon on Sunday so saw all the poor entrants plodding towards the finish line. A very picturesque end to the long trek around the island. At least the runners had sun unlike today when we had wind rain and sleet. Took a walk down to the financial district and visited the Ground Zero museum. It always is sobering seeing the pictures of the missing and dead lining the room. One woman started giving a talk about some of the victims, including a young firefighter who was killed while trying to rescue people from the towers. She filled in all the details of his life and how they found his money which was linked to him via the DNA on the dollar bills. it was all very emotional, especially at the end when she said "and that was my son."

Arrived yesterday in the city of Brotherly love, Philadelphia. A bit chilly up here especially wandering around the various sites at Independence Park. Full of history though. Once the second-largest city in the British Empire it was the site of the Declaration of Independence and the Drafting and Signing of the US Constitutional both of which took place in Independence Hall, still standing and the centre of the National Park. It must have been a bold step, as the signers were effectively committing treason against the British Crown. It worked though probably better than they ever dreamed off. It always seems amazing to outsiders that a whole Country's laws are based on a few paragraphs, scratched out on a scrap of parchment in an old town house.

Took a look at the Liberty Bell, rehoused since I was here in 1995 and visited the Constitution Center where the document is explained in great detail. Also visited Benjamin Franklin's old House, or at least the remains of it.

Four days in Washington covering the Mid-Terms for BBC News. I flew out on Sunday, leaving a very wet London and arriving in a gorgeous autumn tinted Washington DC. It really is a beautiful city in the spring and in the fall, with the delicate scent of the cherry trees at one end of the Summer contrasted with the brilliant golden hues of the turning trees decorating the streets at the other. Had a very quick trip through immigration and caught the airport bus into town.

I was working mainly for Newsnight who were based at an OB in the Cannon Building, where many of the Representatives have their offices. We were based on a Balcony outside of the Rotunda, with a stunning view of the US Capital dominating the skyline behind us. It was a fantastic location in a stunning building. Because we were in a secure area we needed to get Capital Passes from the Senate office on the North side of the Capital. As our location was on the South side our guide took us the quickest way to get from one side of the House to the other, down the underground tunnels which lie like a warren beneath the home of the US Government. It was amazing to see how much was down there, even a little electric train which we caught to ride from the Senate Offices to the Capital itself. Halfway along the tunnel in the basement of the capital we passed a window with a stunning view right down the National Mall to the Lincoln Memorial 1.9 miles away. I guess its the kind of view the President gets when he gets sworn in.

The OB's all worked OK although there were some communication issues. All OK on air which was the main thing, and London seemed happy. We finished with Piers Morgan and Simon Schama on our balcony. A popular tweet was that Emily should have given Piers a little push and no one would have protested. Except perhaps for the Capital Police who would have had to clean up the mess. He would probably have just bounced up again anyhow.

Completed my circle round Germany with a trip alongside the Rhine. Some stunning scenery as the train snaked its way up the river valley. Many castles clinging precariously to ravines high above the river, whose banks were covered in vineyards. A relic of the Romans apparently, the vineyards not the castles. The Rhine was about as far east as they got. Avoided Worms for obvious reasons and stayed in the city of Mainz. Another city with a grand cathedral and some great Roman remains, apparently. They were closed for renovation. Back now in Cologne and heading west tomorrow.

Took a walk up to a little spot just above the city on an incredibly hot day. The location is deep in a Beech Wood from where it gets its name, a name which resides alongside some of the most feared and notorious names in European history, Buchenwald.

It wasn’t a factory of death like Auchwitz, there were no gas chambers here, but the levels of misery, despair, brutality and inhumanity were as high as anywhere in the Third Reich. Nearly 60,000 died in this spot, from malnutrition, disease and execution some 24% of those who passed through the camp. The wooden huts have now gone, but the crematoria still stands, the ovens now silent memorials to the mounds of human flesh they consumed. The cellar underneath is where the Gestapo carried out their brutal executions. The hooks on the walls show where prisoners were hanged, the life squeezed from their frail bones just minutes before their bodies were consumed by fire. The bunker still stands, its walls testament to untold horrors of torture and pain, of one man’s suffering at the hands of another. The cells are now empty save for flowers and wreaths and candles and pictures of not forgotten victims. And the Gatehouse still stands, the motto on the gate Jedem das Seine which means” everyone gets what he deserves”, and the clock on the gate shows the time the camp was finally free.

After the war the camp was used by the soviets as a POW camp and the killing went on. Another 7000 died in the years after the war before the camps closure in 1950. The woods are full of their graves, unmarked during the years of East Germany, but now located and honoured.

Now in Thuringia and the charming town on Weimar. It's a very modest place, not at all the place you would expect to have a whole republic named after it, even on that only lasted 14 years.

It was the home of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, who I didn't know much about, but who is incredibly popular in Germany. He wrote Faust as well as writing poetry, painting and exploring the properties of light. A right clever dick. He certainly had a lovely house and garden. His rooms are exactly as they looked when he died. Ok they moved the corpse and emptied the chamber pot, but other than that he would feel right at home. Very evocative of early 19th century life.

Got the train a few miles upstream to take in some of the superb scenery known as Saxon Switzerland. Some wonderful views from the hills surrounding the river valley, although it was packed with tourists. Climbed up to the Bastel, an old castle situated right up in the cliffs with views in every direction.

The crowds thinned out a bit when I got away from the roads and ventured into the national park. Got a bit lost and ended up at a German war memorial on a hill. Found my way back through the woods and via a ferry over the river

Traveled down to Saxony and the capital Dresden lovingly situated on the banks of the Elbe, a few hundred kilometres upstream from Hamburg. Dresden was of course heavily bombed in the war and most of the city centre flattened. You wouldn’t know it looking at the massive church or Frauenkirche dominating the main square. It was a heap of rubble for the forty years of socialist rule, left as a monument to the folly of war. However in the last twenty years it has risen like a Phoenix and now stands tall and proud. It is a very strange shape, more like a tower than a church, you certainly don’t want to suffer from vertigo in the top seats.

Had a look round the museums, stuffed full of treasure from the Middle Ages and went for a walk round the Zwinger, a beautiful old building in the centre. While I was in the grounds I saw a cop do a summersault and then charge into the building waving his gun. He obviously didn’t do it quite right as the director called for a second take.

Got a view of Royal life with a trip down to Sanssouci Park in Potsdam. Lots to seen with plenty of Palaces spread about the parkland. It was the home of Frederick the Great in the late eighteenth Century and certainly has some impressive rooms. From bourgeois decadence to the joys of collective socialism in the afternoon with a visit to the DDR Museum. Lots to see, including a Tribant you could sit in, and propaganda films extolling the virtues of the state. The recreation of the typical front room looks incredibly familiar and took me right back to the seventies, even if the music playing on the cassette player was different and the children's board games had a different look. No Monopoly in East Germany. The East Germans also seemed to be very keen on getting back to nature as the film clips of families on holiday on the nudest beaches of the Baltic sea show. There is nothing more unedifying then a middle aged couple playing Table Tennis, naked. Took a trip up the TV Tower for a panoramic view over the city

Spent the morning in the North West of the city at the Schloss Charlottenburg, one of the many Royal Palaces in the country. Some marvellous rooms, although most have been rebuilt after heavy bombing the the Second World War. The restoration is pretty fantastic though and its set in some picturesque gardens.

Came back into the modern era when I visited the Story of Berlin museum complete with Nuclear Bunker all ready to go, although they need 2 weeks notice of any nuclear attack in order to fill the water tanks, so lets hope any warning doesn't get lost in the post.

Walked back to the centre of town and found a stretch of the Berlin Wall which is still in position. It's right next to a levelled piece of land which was part of no-mans land during the cold war. Before that it was Gestapo Headquarters and it was from here that much of the terror that enveloped Europe originated in the 30's and 40's. There is a museum now, detailing that horrific time the world history and making sure it is never forgotten.

Arrived in Berlin this morning. An amazing city with history oozing from every flagstone. Started with the grimmest episode in the history of the country and visited the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe in the centre of the city. It's a strange structure, 2,711 concrete slabs or "stelae", one for each page of the Talmud arranged in a grid pattern on a sloping field. Underneath is a exhibition on the holocaust which brings home the enormity of the crime, not by stating statistics and history, but by telling the individual stories of many who were murdered in the barbaric act of genocide. Pictures of happy contented families enjoying life in the early part of the century are next to documentation of how the families were ripped apart as the terror overcame Europe with parents never seeing their children again and stories like the mother who pleaded with a guard for her son to be excused the work camps, not realising that the alternative was instant death in the gas chambers of Auschwitz. The centre only opened in 2005 and its good that such a powerful memorial should be situated so near to wear the horrendous plan was conceived and implemented.

Took the lift up to the top of the Reichstag for a wonderful view. The old structure is topped with a magnificent glass dome and you can walk up the inside to get views right over the city. The Berlin Wall ran just behind the building, but all that's left now is a brick path marking the location of the structure. It is difficult to imagine how the city must have looked just 21 years ago when the wall still existed. Such a small duration of time but a city changed. No longer divided, open where once there were only restrictions. Nothing much is left except for a few remnants and the crosses marking the deaths of so many who lost their lives trying to traverse the gap that divided the world into East and West.

Onto the port of Hamburg on what is an incredibly hot day. Took a tour on the water, which helped cool things down a bit, but it was still scorching in the sun. It was down by the docks, in the red light district that the Beatles cut their teeth and there is a wonderful little museum full of mementoes from the time the five of them played in the city. There are some bizarre statues of them in Beatles Plaza which more like a pastry cut out than a human form. Had a burger in the evening. Well you have to have a Hamburger in Hamburg. For my shame I didn't know the name came from the town, I always assumed they were originality made with ham. But not so. The name derives from the habit the citizens of the town had for wedging steaks between the layers of their saddles, so that after a decent ride the meat was nicely tenderised if a little flat. I don't know if McDonald's still use the same method?

Headed north up to the city state of Bremen on the river Weser. It's famous because of the famous Brothers Grimm tale about the cockerel who stood on the back of a cat, who stood on the back of a dog, who stood on the back on a Donkey. No I had never hear of it either, but apparently its very big in Germany. So much so that there is a statue of the four animals doing their circus act outside the town hall. Ventured into the Cathedral vaults where you can see nine open coffins complete with mummified corpses inside. The air in the vault is so dry they mummify naturally, although its not a good look. I think I prefer a decent skeleton, at least that looks reasonably chestful. These all look like something from The Scream.

Headed down to Bonn today, just half an hour south of Cologne by metro. It's a lovely old city and much more laid back than Cologne. It was of course the federal capital until reunification and the south of the city is full of the trappings of government, now no longer used in the way they were intended. Its very peaceful walking down by the river watching the incredibly long cruise boats chug up and down the Rhine.

Bonn was the birthplace of Ludwig van Beethoven, and his house is now a museum containing many relics from is life. His last piano is there along with the console from the organ in the church where he played when he was eleven. It is quite amazing to think those are the same keys his little figures played with over 200 years ago. The saddest exhibits are the gigantic ear trumpets he had made to counter his increasing deafness.

Up early to get to St Pancras for the Eurostar. Train really is the way to travel. No long check in queues, no long trek out to the airport, no hassle of getting into the city once you land. Just door to door in 5 hours.

Cologne is an ancient city set on the banks of the River Rhine. Headed up to the Cathedral, just up the road from the hotel. It is a massive monument, towering over the city below. For four years it was the tallest building in the World, until the Washington Monument trumped it, and you certainly get an outstanding view of the city from the top of the tower. It's worth the log slog up the stairs. The Cathedral took 632 years to finish, but there is no truth that the same architects are behind the BBC West 1 project.

In the afternoon looked round the chocolate museum. Not that is what I call a museum, free samples as well.

Back in Bangkok just three week after I left. Staying this time in Silom with a great view over the river from my 15th floor hotel room. A late flight Friday evening so I have a whole day to do some final exploration of the city. There is a big rally here on Sunday so apparently lots of troops are being moved into the city, although I haven't noticed any. Spent today wandering around and visited the park. Lots happening down by the river. It's like Picadilly Circus on water with all the comings and goings.

Spent yesterday travelling around the Island and seeing the sights. Saw the Mummified Monk who died in 1973 bu5t his body didn’t decay so they put a pair of sunglasses on him and propped him up in a glass case. I must say he is a bit past his prime but not to bad for being dead thirty years. Got a trip up top the top of the mountain and had a tremendous view out over the coast of Koh Samui, or rather would have done had the weather not closes in a bit obscuring the view somewhat. Met some very friendly Gibbons. How anyone can deny that man had a comment ancestor with Monkeys when they meet Gibbons is unbelievable. They are so human it could almost be a man in a furry suit. There are a few wild ones left on the island but not many. Finished the day with a climb up to the Big Buddha who presides over the bay. Wonderful views from the top. Flying back to Bangkok this morning and it is very wet with the roads flooded. The airport is amazing. It’s all outdoors with just some shelters. Quite bizarre waiting for your plane and seeing aircraft thundering along the tarmac just a few hundred meters from where you are sitting.

Yesterday came over to Koh Samui on the ferry. Its one of the islands in the Gulf of Thailand, set in a beautiful location. The ferry took an hour and as we left a dolphin swam around the boat. Getting to the hotel at Boput was an experience as I ended up on the back of a motorcycle taxi. With my rucksack balanced on the front and me clinging on at the back it was a thrill a minute as we darted around the island. Today visited the Ang Thong Marine Park and did some sea kyacking around some of the islands.

Up before dawn for an early trip out onto the water to try to see some animals. Saw some monkeys high in the trees and a Great Hornbill way above us gathering food for its chicks. After breakfast went kyacking around a couple of islands and saw more monkeys. It was a pity to leave the lake but we had until lunch time so time for a bit more swimming. Feel like we had been there for ages. After lunch got the boat back to the mainland and a bus to Surat Thani. Finished the day sitting by the river.

Today moved on to Cheow Lan Lake, a massive body of water created 20 years ago with the building of the Ratchabrapa Dam. Its stunningly beautiful, with deep crystal clear turquoise coloured waters dominated by karst mountains thrusting skywards. Am staying on a floating raft house. Apparently there is 35 meters of water below me so i'll try not to drop anything in. In the late afternoon took a trek through the jungle and into a massive cave, seeing several types of spider, several bat snakes and thousands of bats.

Up early in order to set off for an elephant treck through the jungle. Elephant isn't the smoothest way to travel, but after a while it is quite soothing rocking your way through the undergrowth. The worst bit is the going down into the river beds as you do tilt forward an a rather alarming angle. Not so hot today so in the afternoon went for a hike into the national park up to a waterfall. Didn't see much wildlife though. Saw more back in camp when my cabin roof was invaded by monkeys, my bathroom by ants and later when swimming in the river when something bit me on the toe.

Left the island and travelled up the peninsula into the jungle at Khao Sok. It was a four hour bus journey not helped by the fact the bus got diverted and dumped me by the roadside 50km from the park. Eventually another bus came along so all ended ok. Staying in a treehouse right next to the river. As dusk set in the place was visited by a troop of monkeys who performed various antics in the trees above. Some idiotic tourist attempted to feed them with bananas, despite being asked not to. However the monkey got his knife as well as the fruit. So now we have an armed monkey in the vicinity. Went for a very relaxing swim in the river and tried not to think what I was sharing the water with. Must be getting used to the heat, its 32 and feels reasonably cool.

Spent the day cruising around the islands of Phi Phi in the Andaman Sea. The islands are about 50Km South East of Phuket or about an hour by speed boat. Visited quite a few of the islands including Bamboo Island for an attempt at snorkling and Monkey bay, where the boat was boarded by Monkeys after bananas. They soon jumped off when we drifted back out to sea and yes Monkeys can swim. The highlight was a visit to Phi Phi Leh, the uninhabited island where The Beach was filmed. The scenery was stunning and the water was wonderful. Got sunburnt though. Off into the Jungle tomorrow so will probably be out of internet contact for a few days.

Left my car at Chiang Mai and travelled down about as far south as I could go without entering a war zone, to Phuket on the Andaman Sea. It was either a two day trip by train or a two hour trip by plane, so I opted for the latter. Staying in the main town on Phuket Island which is full of holidaymakers and motor bikes. Over 1000 are injured each year in motorbike accidents, a figure I'm not the least surprised at, given the speed they wiz around the streets. Spent a lot of time pounding the pavements today, took a walk up to the Butterfly Centre and then down to the coast. A lovely bay rather ruined by the horrendous development over the other side. It's like someone has plonked the South Bank Centre down in paradise. Probably the best place to be is in one of its rooms looking out.

Got out into the hills surrounding Chiang Mai today, first stop was the temple of Wat Phra That Don Suthep which sits on the mountain towering over the city. It would have been a beautiful view but the air quality was so poor you could hardly make out the city through the haze. It's up a mountain because when an elephant was sent out into the jungle, with a relic tied to its back it reached the spot of the temple and dropped down dead. So they built a temple here. As good a reason as any. The temple was heaving with hundreds of Thai pilgrims coming to offer their prayers and give thanks to various gods. Lots of street theatre as well, mostly children performing dancing and singing plus a rather energetic pantomime cow. Later went to the Queen Sirikik Botanic Garden which was well worth a visit if you are into things horticultural, even if you are not it had some lovely displays. Hand back my car tomorrow. Thai's win the award for the slowest get away from traffic lights in history.

Travelled up to Chiang Mai via the sleepy town of Lampang. It's so sleepy that the Buddha sent down some angles disguised as White Chickens to wake the citizens up, which explains the large statues of White Chickens at all the roundabouts. Near the city is a Elephant Conversation Centre where Elephants from all over the country are kept. It's wonderful to see such large animals so close as they performed their show, pulling trunks, playing the drums and even painting. Some were very good and some had the touch of Picasso. The Elephant Parade was straight out of Jungle Book. Its also the home to six of the Royal White Elephants. All white Elephants belong to the King, but being Royal they were out of view, and of course they can't work but still require a lot of upkeep, hence the expression about White Elephants. Arrived in Chiang Mai this afternoon. It is the biggest City since Bangkok, but feels almost rural in some places. Certainly has a relaxing vibe even if it is chock full of tourists. Took in a couple of Temples and walked around the moat.

Spent the last couple of days in and around the ancient city of Sukhothai. Today visited the heritage park, an amazing collection of temples and buildings all that is left of the once capital of Thailand. Buddha's everywhere, sitting, standing, walking, in meditation, defeating evil, fighting plague, I've seen them all. There was even a large talking one which reportedly gave out words of advice to devotees, although the game was slightly given away by the discovery of a tunnel leading to a apace behind the Buddha where a helpful monk would aid the oral abilities of the statue. Yesterday got well away from it all by visiting Ramkhamhaeng National park and going for a walk up a very very steep hill. Worth it for the views but boy what a climb. I was the first non Thai to visit since 20th Feb according to the visitors log and the 10th this year so am in an exclusive club.

Left Lopburi and headed north, but not before a quick visit to the Wat Phar Phutthabat or Temple of the Buddha's Footprint. Now you may think that Buddha never came to Thailand, but no, according to a a`hunter called Pram Bun he did and he left a rather large footprint behind which the hunter discovered in 1623. It is rather large, more like the Buddha's bath than his footprint, but it certainly draws a crowd of devotees come to press gold leaf onto its sides. It gets a million pilgrims during the dry season each year and is surrounded by many temples, shrines and food stalls. After my viewing headed north via the so called Garden Route which goes through many National Parks. Ended up in Phitsanulok on the Nan river. Quiet a quiet little place minding its own business. Some massive Cockroaches on the streets though.

Moved up to the city of Lopburi about 50km from Ayutthaya. It’s called the Monkey Town because of the large number of maraques found in the town, mostly around the temples on the traffic island. Aggressive little things they are to. When I got my ticket the seller pressed a packet of sunflower seeds into my hand ‘for the monkeys’. Well I only had it for about 10 seconds before some vicious little brute had it out of my hand. Mugged by a monkey, at least it was only sunflower seeds. I don’t know if there is some festival going on or whether the residents of Lopburi like to party every night, but the palace is heaving with people. There are thousands of lights strung in the tress and around every corner there is some piece of theatre going on, mainly about men with torches and women being carried on chairs. One corner of the park had been turned into a Chelsea flower show experience with loads of ornamental gardens set up, and another part had hundreds of food stalls selling everything you could possibly want. Its all very impressive and very busy and unlike England not a drop of litter to be seen. I was just trying to make my way slowly down a very crowded avenue when it all started moving rather quickly and one man made he way with no problem. Probably the only way to cut through the crowds, on Elephant. One very popular exhibit was a boxing ring where two seven year olds were blindfolded and then put in the ring together. It was a form of Blind Man’s Bluff crossed with beating the hell out of each other. The crowed loved it.

Arrived in Ayutthaya, Thailand's capital for over 400 years. As a result it is jam packed with ruins of palaces and temples. The whole city is on an island between two rivers which makes distances seem deceptive. And its very hot. Had to sit under a tree and watch the elephants parade up and down, laden with tourists, until it cooled down.

Today was spent in the two valleys of the two rivers Kwai. Before today I didn’t even know there were two Rivers Kwai. But there are. To be precise The Kwai Yai and the Kwai Noi meaning large River and small River Kwai. The Kwai Yai heads up into a richly forested area, home of Srinakarind National Park and the Erawan Waterfalls. The falls are reportedly the most beautiful in Thailand and they certainly are picturesque, tabulated in seven sections, each fall descends into a bathing pool glinting in the reflected sunlight. The pools are a popular place to bathe mainly with Thai students and French tourists. Its quite a slog to the top but worth it for the views and a refreshing paddle. The signs said beware of aggressive Monkeys, but I didn’t even see any tame ones. Probably frightened off by the alarming quantities of cellulite exhibited by the more rotund tourists taking a dip in the waters. In the afternoon I trekked across to the valley of the Kwai Noi and it is this valley that the Death Railway winds its tortuous way up. It only goes as far as Nam Tok now, but 30 Km’s on from that spot is the Hellfire Pass, a walking trail and museum located and one of the most difficult sections of the track. The pass itself is a 18 meter deep canyon scraped through solid rock by prisoners using just the most rudimentary tools and under the most appalling conditions. You can’t imagine how bad their suffering must have been, working up to 18 hours a day in the hellish heat ridden by disease and malnutrition. The whole pass is now a memorial to those who died and features several moving monuments and plaques. Some veterans who have died more recently, have asked for their ashes to be spread at the pass marking how life defining their time as Prisoners of War was.

Escaped the heat of the city and headed west into the coastal plains of Thailand. I was in two minds as to whether to hire a car or not as the guide books have different advice. In the end I did although I was slightly regretting it in the chaos trying to escape Bangkok. In the end I did but only by driving through a shopping mall at one point. The good news is I can make my own way and am not dependent on trains and buses. Reached the town of Kanchanaburi, centre of the notorious Death Railway. My hotel is just next to the Bridge over the River Kwai and this afternoon I want for a walk over the infamous bridge. It’s quite an adventure in itself as you have to walk up the middle of the track and hope a train doesn’t come along. Well there are refuge points at various intervals across the bridge should you get caught out. The biggest problem was trying to squeeze past over large European tourists who seem to take 30 minutes taking a picture on the middle of the bridge. The bridge isn’t the one built by POW’s, that was blown up by the British during the war, but a replica built soon afterwards. It’s not the massive structure of the film either although it does feel as rickety. I spent some time at the Death Railway museum, some chilling facts about the railways construction, which cost the lives`of 16,000 POW’s and 100,000 Asian labours. Next door to the museum is the Cemetery. Beautifully kept with row after row or markers each indicating a son or husband who would never return and whose short life had been so brutally cut short.

Took in a few of the Buddhist Temples dotted around the city. It was a long hot climb up to the top of the Golden Mount, but worth it for the views over the city. The Chedi at the top contains some of the Buddha's teeth apparently. Lots of activity with people giving offerings of fruit and flowers to the statues. Moved on to the Wat Pho which contains an enormous reclining Buddha stretched out in a magnificent temple. Was sitting in the temple next door when parts of the floor started to be cordoned off. At first I thought it was because of some deeply significant religious ritual that was due to take place, but no, the monk just wanted to get the hoover out. Hoping to escape from the heat of the city tomorrow.

Another scorching hot day, although I am starting to get used to it. Walked up to Jim Thompson's House. Thompson was an American who settled in Bangkok after the war. His house is in a tranquil setting just next to the canal. Well I say tranquil that's until the boats come along. When I read that there are narrow boats on the canal acting as Taxis, I had visions of sedate cruising up the waterway in a similar fashion to the Narrowboats on England. Not quite. The boats tear along with a ferocity that leaves the waters turbulent for minutes after performing in the manner of speedboats rather than canal boats. They certainly live up to their reputation of moving people far faster than road transport can do.

Walked up to another Royal Palace. This one is still used for ceremonial occasions and the treasures within are stunning. Gold Howdahs and ornate thrones. All very spectacular.

Arrived in the sweltering heat of the Thai capital this morning after an overnight flight changing planes at Munbai. Nearly missed the connection as the flight was an 90 minutes late leaving London, purely because it couldn't get a take off slot.

Was rather alarmed to hear that Bangkok's Thai name is Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Yuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Phiman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit. Scary, Imagine having to put that you letter headings.

Checked into the Hotel and then made for the Royal Palace. The best way to go is apparently by boat so I caught an orange flanged shuttle up the river. It was a little choppy and the staff were a bit free and easy on the safety matters, but it got me there and avoided the horrendous traffic. The Palace was spectacular. Amazing buildings and spectacular statues. I did wonder why so many tourists were going around the place in their pyjamas! Then I realised the rather garish trousers were on loan from the temple authorities, and bare legs are a no no in the temple. I suppose making them so outlandish means they will never get stolen.