and rats and pastries

Bangkok was a blur of lights and taxis and tourists and dreadlocks and markets and street food and boats and rivers and trains and malls and more tourists and mangoes and fresh-squeezed orange juice and hawkers and lady boys and cafes and high rises and hookah pipes and backpackers and old men with acordions and rooftop swimming pools and wafts of garlic and tuk-tuks and beggars and traffic and temples and monks and offerings and palaces and swanky restaurants and desserts and riverside bars and conversation and old people and music and shouts and sweat and expats and crossword puzzles and ATMs and rain and cockroaches and government buildings and more traffic and more rain and more food. I loved it.