It was shocking to see scenes of chaos and destruction in Bangkok in the wake of bomb attacks on New Year’s Eve 2006. Bangkok is place I love, and the bombs went off in parts of the city that I know well including Saphan Kwai, the area where my partner Andrew and I lived in 1997-98. It’s a friendly Thai neighbourhood where monks go from house to house each morning to collect alms, the street vendors remember how you like your coffee, and the trees are as tall as the telegraph poles.
At least two Thai people were killed when the first bombs exploded in bus shelters near the Victory Monument. Andrew and I had a favourite restaurant in that area, too, an old teak house with a wrap-around veranda, wooden shutters on the windows, cold beer and great Thai food.
It brings the sadness of these terrible events closer to home to know and love the places that were affected. My heart goes out to the families and friends of the Thai people who were killed.