I had thought I could find my way by retracing my steps through the highlights: The silk fabric shop, the market stall with the thousand Buddha statues, the little booth with the mango wood carvings. But a hundred silk fabric shops later, a hundred stalls filled with Buddhas and wood carvings, I realize that I haven’t selected my landmarks well. I’m lost in the maze of Bangkok’s Chatuchak Weekend Market. Fortunately, I’m carrying a small map on which I’ve marked the entrance, where I’ll meet my companions after an hour or so. In the meantime, I have baht to burn.