The view from the 25th floor

The school seem reasonably organised - the driver picks us up at 8:30am, no hanging around. No chance to sleep off the jetlag, then. Straight off to the bank, and in no time we've opened an account and been issued with Switch cards. Surely all Thai bureaucracy can't be this efficient?

Afternoon, and we’re looking at apartments. And they’re all well high. We’re talking at least 20 floors up. I’m too scared to go near the balconies. Claustrophobic. The views are stunning, the apartments really nice, but I don’t feel tower-block living is for me.

Our guide from the school says there’s no other accommodation options, which is depressing. But surely in a city this size…