From the moment we arrived in Bangkok, the guy behind the desk where we were staying asked “Are you going to see the Thai Boxing?”  Frankly, we hadn’t even considered it.  But on a balmy night, Mark headed off alone in a cab carrying a bag filled with way too much camera equipment to capture this unique sporting event.  The fighters are barefoot, some of them can’t be older than twelve, the fans are drunk, sweaty and rowdy, the lights are bright, and the music on the soundtrack is vintage Beatles.