blissed out in bangkok….or…long live the king?
the first impression i had upon reaching the bangkok airport…other than, wow, these folks know the right architects to hire to build a stunning port of entry…was the feeling that i had just entered an ancient dream. not that having traveled 22 hours and having reached the stage of sleep deprivation where one’s mind begins having random conversations with itself and the ability to discriminate between coherent thought and its obtusely tangential meanderings becomes sufficiently disintegrated as to cuisinart the two into a confusingly lovely blur has anything to do with it…but it did feel like a hearty few of the trillions of atoms that have been traipsing about the biosphere for untold millennia, hitchhiking from body to body to eventually catch a lift with my own, woke up in bangkok and recognized a place that seemed very much like what must have been home around six thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred lifetimes…of course this feeling was reinforced by the landscape i drank up on the way into the city itself…decrepit shacks and smatterings of neighborhoods possibly constructed solely of garbage, intermingled with beautiful old temples and brightly painted houses and a voracious swampy jungle of vines and flowers poised to at any moment swallow up the whole delicious mess. and as we slowly approach the heart of bangkok, the chaos gently crescendos into a full cacophony of jumbled sounds and smells and colors and disjointed dancing fragments of memories…it’s a mild assault on the senses, but probably just an echo of what will greet me full frontal in india. in any case, i love it. i live to travel, and every time i do, i remember why.
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