"Off to Bangkok"

It's nice to take a break from Chinese food, and coffee for that matter, for a time, and hang around with someone who appreciates the finest coffee and freshest food. My Swedish uncle and I talked about coffee and sailing, as well as other things upon my arrival in Thailand. Although I rarely see Tomas, he feels like family to me. We talked until late, whereupon I got hungry so decided to go out and explore the neighborhood a little...
Bangkok is ridiculous, at least what I've seen of it so far. I wandered out down the street to the place Tomas had recommended for a bite to eat. As he had described to me, I knew I had found the place because there were lady-boy prostitutes all done up and keeping keen eyes on customers. I was eating a really good plate of Pad Thai that cost around $1 USD, when I caught a glimpse of a real life elephant walking through the street amongst the taxis and I was like, what the hell?
After eating I went to track the elephant down and on the way passed all sorts of street vendors selling food and clothing and random trinkets, colorful Halloween masks, DVDs, etc; smells were shooting off in my brain like fireworks, going from the smell of automobile exhaust and sewage to jasmine and other flowers being sold on strings, to overripe exotic fruits, multitudes of Thai spices, sickly sweet hookah in the Middle Eastern alley, and perfume of the rows upon rows of prostitutes lined up along the way as I passed. Indeed, Bangkok is a city for the nose if nothing else; a five-minute stroll down a given street gives more aromas than one could accumulate in a whole month. Nearly every foreigner in this neighborhood at this hour is a creepy-ass-looking white guy with a prostitute around his arm or fishing for one. Discomforting is a way to describe the sight. And I thought I had seen it all until I walked by a group of deaf-mute lady boys communicating in sign. And then I decided to go back home for the night and sleep. So that is what I'm going to do now.