Breakfast beside the river of life

Sitting in a street cafe hoping whatever they serve me looks as good as the what the people on the next table are enjoying. A 20 baht plate of yumminess and I've already got a fresh bottle of chilled green tea ready to combat the burn of the chilli. Bring it on, breakfast!

 The Bangkok heat is pressing down upon the entire city, flattening and slowing everything into a melted, sluggish crawl.
I'm planning to spend most of my day on the river, 15 baht per ride and as many sticky river kisses from the damp, humid breeze as you like.
The bright, white-hot sun is glaring through sullen dark clouds, swollen and black with moisture but seemingly sulking by refusing to give up their watery bounty of cool, refreshing rain.
Beyond cheerful flowering trees and squat grey condos the golden peaks of the Royal Palace glimmer in the sun.
From brightly coloured longboats, their oversized outboard motors hanging off the back like grossly swollen testicles of an old dog, to the larger, sleeker passenger ferries, their coloured flags signifying the level of speed and comfort and reflected by the price of the ticket, to the squat, square sloops of the Thai navy and the occasional jolly green tugboat bravely towing immense concrete barges, the river is a hive of activity equal to any vehicular highway.