Soon after, I was made aware I am not in Thailand anymore...the front passenger seat of the hotel car was occupied by a khaki clad, carbine toting, protection officer.
I made to get into the right side back seat, but the driver grimly assured me "This is not wise, Sir, as the other side is the safe seat."
So, I sat directly behind the protection officer, acutely aware all the time that the business end of the WW1 vintage .303 rifle was pointing directly at my forehead as we bumped along the road into the city.
The picture shows one of a Platoon of these protection officers who were all stationed directly outside the front door of the hotel.