He faced a huge parking lot, lined with police cars and surrounded by an imposing fence. There were a few police buses, too... looking like school buses except they were white instead of yellow and the windows were covered with metal grates.
Navigating this intricate web was no easy feat. As I shifted trains and attempted to balance venues' opening hours, unexpected traffic-induced delays, and more than 240 artworks, Bangkok seemed to capriciously dole out challenges instead of clues. It was a reminder that to truly experience the city's art, one must adapt and embrace its unpredictable nature.