For Daniel Van Norden, the cacophony of New York City long since faded into a distant hum, replaced by the humid symphony of Bangkok. Here, under the saffron sun, the wayward explorer and commodore of the Chinatown Yacht Club found a new rhythm, navigating the currents of both high brow discourse and the city's labyrinthine, low brow charm. He had, as it were, forsaken the world of common day.
