Not just the usual gulley-trap-mephitic clouds steaming out at Soi Zero to whack you in the olfactories, but it's all up and down Sukhomvit. It's like the whole town has been cooking, it has a kitchen closeness. But there's something almost sulphurous baking in the unclean oven of the city. It's the bubbling traffic fumes and roiling dust, the sweating asphalt, the baking concrete, the balls-scratching listless soi-dogs, the stale breath of air turning on itself under the hot tarps of the footpath-market stalls, the farts and belches and bromhidrotic sandals of the sexpats in the Nana bars, the glistening people up close in the crowded Skytrain.
34° feels like 42°, says my weather app. Smells like 150°. Smells like...
Bangkok.
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Some old photos.
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i will continue to be satisfied with my visits to bangkok being via film, literature or your blog, sugar! xoxoxoxo
Phew! I'm Starting To Sweat!:)
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