Light at the end of the road
I remember the very first time I stepped onto Bangla Road. It was in the middle of the afternoon under the hot, blazing sun, with humidity that made the air thick and sticky. The street was dirty and crowded with Thai people and tourists. The power lines hung in front of all the buildings to add more chaos to the street. A rank smell of sewage and muck invaded my nostrils. I was overwhelmed by the amount of people scattered about the streets offering me massages, boot-legged movies, fruit, street food, custom made suits, and various other clothes. I walked down the road struggling to focus...