Last Day in Bangkok

Cities have ther own......odor.  As a child, I could identify the city I was in by the smell.  Blindfolded and scurried away in a jet plane to Colorado's largest city..then plopped down on a park bench somewhere......I could take a deep breath and confidently spout, "I'm in Denver".  Bangkok has it's own brand of "fragrance" that smacks you in the face and tends to numb the senses after awhile. It's a mixture of the sweet smell of tropical flowers, a bucket of kim chee, diesel, vomit, and a fish you've had in your pocket for 3 days, ( I don't know why you'd end of up with a rotten fish in your pocket but I'm trying to make a point here)....oddly enough, you get used to it.  

There is so much to see and do here....it overwhelms.  The "Weekend Market" with it's 8000+ vendor stalls where for your purchase you could assume ownership of almost anything you can imagine....t-shirts, animals, art, food, ladders, iPhones, Tupperware, medical supplies, or a foot massage. You name it...they got it in different colors, sizes and textures.

The floating market offered some great food....actually the street food was some of the more delicious and the variety is unbelievable.  Let me just say that I love curry.....and this is the place to get it whether its red, green, yellow, Northern style......I'm in culinary heaven.  Moon loves it too.  We're having a great time.  More later.