I’m back in Bangkok. It’s been a night of wild amethyst lightning chasing its own forked tails, rumbling thunder and warm, plodding rain. Just a few minutes ago I had the strange feeling of being rocked back and forth as if I were on a gently moving swing. At the same time a creaking sound came from the ceiling. It really felt like the building was swaying in the wind - only when I opened the window to check, there was hardly any wind to speak of. If it was indeed moving, and not just my inner ear going a bit funny, I can only think that it had  something to do with water rising underground and the foundations wobbling slightly in the squishy earth of the floodplain. Weird.