Big Yellow Taxi "Paved paradise to put up a parking lot" Wheels Down, I enter Lonely Planet, and wish there were more people. Countdown-3-2-1... Remember the gypsy curse--- May you get what you wish for . Ba-bamm, like rap music, in your face, pedal to the metal, one is none, and I am part of the idea that everyone is better than anyone, kind of an open source chaos for living freely in the land of smiles. All sorts of seemingly contrasting things and peoples share space. Here Comes Everywhere About to get stuck in happy chaos, completely unaggressive, I hardly hear a rude noise or anyone shouting. Nobody cares. The great mingle-mangle flows smoothly and I am about to wonder how so many cars and people can be jammed into such a small space and not one soul seems disturbed. I hit the ground running and grab an Airport Taxi. So many to choose from. I bump into my PokerPlayer friend Dennis coincidently again.... saw him at the layover in Bahrain... He's hard to miss, kinda b...