Observing how people get about Bangkok reminds me of my childhood in Mid Wales. Just hop on and go.
Bangkok has certainly mastered the service of uniting people with things. You can order almost anything to be delivered to you by a man or lady on a bike, cheaply and quickly. I say ‘almost’ everything, a packet of cigs still requires a walk to the nearest 7-11. I keep reminding myself the fresh air will do me good.
Here is a selection of modes of transport passing (on my way to the 7-11). I love the Food Panda driver’s pink ears
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