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Spend An Evening In Chinatown, Bangkok With Me!
Glowing Neon Lights, Sizzling Street Food, Beeping Horns
I alight the ferry at Ratchawong pier and follow my map to the main street of Chinatown.
In the nearby alleyways, there is hardly any sound, a tuk-tuk breaks the silence as it rumbles past, leaving a thick, black cloud of smoke in its wake.
Within a few minutes, glowing neon signs and sizzling grills of street food stalls are overtaking my senses.
It’s like a whole new world here.
Everything is heightened.
The smells of grilled meat, spicy pork soup and sweet fruits fill the air.
People are bustling in all directions, so I try to focus and move with the crowd.
I stop and take a few snaps of the neon lights as the cars rush past. Scooters beep their horns as they overtake the building traffic.
A Michelin-star street food vendor to my left is busy with customers, they sell only one dish — spicy pork soup. It must be good, considering the Michelin rating and amount of customers.
I make a beeline for an empty table at the back of the restaurant and order a small bowl.
