My first impression of the raucous Southeast Asian city of Bangkok is that it seems steeped in a melange of heady scents. The salty tang of grilling crab emanating from the bustling night markets, the damp claylike scent rising from the Chao Phraya River that beribbons it’s way through the city, and the ripe smell of millions of people crammed together in this humid, pulsating metropolis, will forever be trapped in my memory. They say that of all the senses, your sense of smell is the fastest to adjust to it’s surroundings. But as I inhale the exotic scent of Bangkok wafting through the soupy air, I don’t know if I want it to.
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