Bangkok's clouded sky.

Bangkok. At first I had not planned at all to come here. Then I arrived in Central Asia, realised that I would not be able to go back to China, and thus I would have to fly to Bangkok from Almaty or Tashkent (Uzbekistan) in order to catch another flight for Hong Kong. And then I finally got overflown by the visa hardship of Central Asia and was forced to prematurely leave this area. And once again Bangkok was the only other place to go, so now here am I, in Bangkok, the city of Angels.

My first contact with the spirit of Thailand was the couple travelling next to me on the plane from Abu Dabi. He was old, full of tatoo, drunkard, British; she was young, pretty, petite, Thai. Nice!!! Very nice indeed. And then the streets crowded of tourists drinking bug cocktails in 24h bars, ending up sleeping on the sidewalk for some of them.

The worst was to see a 9 years old girl selling flowers at 3 a.m in front of a bar, completely high on exctasy. She was walking like a robot as her locomotion system was corrupt by the drug. And no one else took notice. I was shocked, especially since the day before I had watched Slumdog Millionaire… And the drunk tourists continuing their drinking as fervently as ever.

Another young guy who was selling lighters in order to make enough money to go back to school the year after told me: “welcome to Bangkok!”