Day (maybe, lost count) twenty: Bangkok

Last day of holiday. Boat trip, stuff, and then went to Royal Palace.

Being a very sacred site, they are commendably strict about proper dress; and this splendid poster shows what this means for the (many) too stupid to understand. I wouldn't pick out any particular racial group who fell foul of the rules - well, apart from the Russians, obviously - but it was very rigidly enforced by a woman with a megaphone. Rather sweet, actually.

And now to supper and then the airport.