The first I heard of the beach was in Bangkok, on the Ko Sanh Road.
I think it is immensely difficult to get the U. S. interested in non-U. S. topics. I dont think this is because the average American reader is disinterested, but more because of publishers playing it safe: if a thriller based in L. A. is a sure winner, why spend money plugging one based in Paris - or Bangkok?
Even if I turned myself in, it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't make me one of them. I knew that when I got my powers, but really I knew it before then. I learned it as a child on my first day of school, on the warm rainy streets of Bangkok, and in college. If you're different you always know it, and you can't fix it even if you want to. What do you do when you find out your heart is the wrong kind? You take what you're given, and be the hero you can be. Hero to your own cold, inverted heart.
Travel is very subjective. What one person loves, another loathes.
Bangkok, like Las Vegas, sounds like a place where you make bad decisions.