“TO ME, CHINATOWN IS BANGKOK AT ITS BANGKOK-EST: AN INTOXICATING BLEND OF AGE-OLD TRADITIONS AND NEW IDEAS.”
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It’s only morning in Bangkok’s Chinatown, but the streets are already steaming. An anise-tinged whiff of roast duck wafts through the alleys, and sweet clouds of incense billow from the neighbourhood shrines. A cacophony of roaring tuk-tuk engines and clattering old Vespas fills the air, while street food vendors hawk turmeric-rubbed chicken and durians the size of rugby balls. Between crumbling warehouses stand kaleidoscopic temples to Lord Buddha, Vishnu and the numerous Chinese deities worshipped here.
I’ve lived in Sukhumvit, on the other side of Bangkok, for almost a decade, but keep finding myself drawn to this part of town. To me, Chinatown is Bangkok at its Bangkok-est: an intoxicating blend of age-old
