Bangkok is the more fascinating city that I’ve ever seen. Completely free, hazardous, crowd.
A hell for the saints. Provocative, Asian, typically tropical.The air is dense and is tightened as the ways of Chinatown.
You can cover her on foot, on a ferry along the river, with a train or in so many difference ways to lose the cognition of the time and the desire to return to your home. If you have a home. I’m saying, a true home, inside you. Otherwise Bangkok kidanpp you always. How can I tell you if you’ve never seen her, lived her. She scratch you with all her spines, and she takes your breath away with all her mysteries and her sleepless nights.
Chaotic, she isn’t so different from India and you know why? Because when you leave her you keep thinking on her. You see her in the middle of the roads, everywhere.
A city planned tracing the stars, the city of the angels, tells a legend. Her inhabitants are the lords of the waters. You dip in her until to find you in places where nobody understand your language or any other. Not even your gestures.
Bangkok is covered by wandering souls and every building is a house of the spirit. BANGKOK, I love you. See you soon. Olivia.