Sarah Taylor takes a pull on her Singha beer, then pulls a face. 'I'm shattered, really. My boyfriend and I were supposed to be leaving tomorrow to do the whole southern island thing - Phuket, Koh Samui, Koh Phanghan. Now, we're just going to stay here and get drunk every day, I suppose. Or maybe we'll head north, away from the violence.'
Ms Taylor, 23, is drinking in a hole-in-the-wall bar outside her guesthouse just off Khao San Road, Bangkok's backpacker Mecca, while she scans the local English-language papers.
In one, the front page trumpets a senior policeman's estimate that 30,000 Muslim youths are ready to go on the rampage in the strife-wracked southern provinces; in the other, dire warnings of a widespread suicide bombing campaign.
'I'm not going anywhere near that lot,' says the engineering student from London. 'I'm sure the beaches are nice, but they're not worth getting blown up over.'
'Right,' nods her boyfriend, a lanky Australian also based in London, who prefers to be known as 'just Steve'. 'Why take the risk? I mean, we've been warned, right?'
All around, in this bar and others on the famous strip, similar conversations are taking place. There are calls to embassies, last-minute cancellations of plans.