Touching down in Bang-cock feels like landing on fucking Mars. You step out of the plane into a world of unimaginable heat and humidity and the bustling of a city that makes New York City feel like a peaceful, goddam nunnery. It's the most polluted, foul-smelling, disgusting, busiest, craziest, loudest, cheapest, rotting piece of filth of a city I've ever laid eyes on and I'm loving every sin-filled minute of it! Like a Dominican baseball player showing up late for spring training, I was delayed an extra day in Brisbane, due to "visa complications" but a quick snip of red tape, a passport stamp and $45 AUD later I was on my way. Like a strip club, you live each moment in Bangkok in $1 intervals as everything here costs a buck, from street corner
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