Bobby Raja in Bangkok will not be pleased. I have a new tailor. While Sally collected her three new dresses, I had myself measured up for a new suit. Then lunch at the painfully named The Veggie Table behind the Confucius Temple. It wasn't just veggie, it was vegan. But both food - sundried tomato pasta, dahl bat, humous, etc - and decor were wonderful, as was the wander through hutongs afterwards (though not the taxi ride home which ended in an altercation with the driver who, for some reason, didn't want to go to Chaoyang).
In the evening Andrew and I went to a bar, shot some pool and chatted. Given the geographical distance between us, the opportunities for brotherly bonding don't come round too often... Good to do so.