Smell of the East
Friday, May 6th, 2005The most profound way in which Bangkok strikes you is the smell sense.
The combination of sewage, sweat, bar-b-qued reptiles (and mammals, and birds, and marine creatures, and vegetables), burnt oil (in which all the non-bar-b-qed food is being fried), beer, and all other odors that wash the street is just as immense and condensed as can be.
I checked a few of what Bangkok has to offer: the pineapples are still great (both fresh and as a shake), the Singha beer is still somewhat bitter, the one-hour Thai massage still costs 180 Batts (10Batt=1NIS) and it still hasn’t lost its capability to find in my body muscles that just weren’t there before it.
Regarding Cambodia: This is the dill: either a bus that costs 200Batts but is probably a nightmare that lasts for an entire day, or an airplane that costs 6000 Batts in every direction. My big pack will stay in Bangkok until I return from Cambodia, and I will only take my day-bag.
The bus leaves at 07:30. It is an airconditioned ‘VIP’ bus, but the ride is expected to last 10-12hours on poor roads (especially after the border cross). I will decide which way to take in the morning, when I see what hour I get up (I will finish packing for Angkor today before going to sleep).
That’s it for now - I’m going to explore the nightlife here at Khoa-san.

