Last night I went back to Thailand with a family. However I was only there to observe their holiday. The family consisted off a husband, wife and two small children (two boys I think). As we pass through Bangkok the children start telling their mother that they want to stop here and go and watch the rugby. The mother gives in and we get off the bus. From now on it is like a scene from temptation island. There is a man waiting under a bridge. He is waiting for the mother. He is there to tempt her away from her family. The father agrees that this man can see his wife, however it is proving difficult to convince the man to take her. The father tells him he honestly doesn’t mind which seems to convince him. The mother leaves with the man. The the rest of the family crouch down on the ground in a huddle and start crying. I join them in their mourning.