Folk truly underestimate the effects of a hot, tropical climate, the disorientating influence of an endless cycle in which each day is invariably the same as the next, the relentless incomprehension that flows from existing among a race of people scarcely qualified to be considered as such given their obsession with stupidity and ignorance and, above all, the omnipresent illusion that because somewhere is described as a paradise it should actually be one. Fling a tedious diet of rice and chilli hot, dog food and alcohol into the mix served up by beautiful women unhampered by a brain but shot through with every conniving and devious stratagem known to every Jezebel since Eve, and it's no surprise a Caucasian chap should go a tad doolally.
Frankly, herberts like this chap are two-a-penny in Khorat and Surin and are quite unremarkable. Hua Hin tends not to get too many but then it is a convalescent home for those too dull to have an imagination worth vey much beyond calculating one's dividends and the price of fish.