Lost in Bangkok

I don’t mean to suggest that I was physically lost in Bangkok because I couldn’t negotiate a map or anything like that. The feeling of being lost in Bangkok–where,of course,everyone spoke Thai or a variation of Teochew of Chinatown–was strange,but not uncomfortably so. There I was,a Singaporean Chinese prowling the streets of Bangkok’s Chinatown,surrounded by people who looked like me–as yellow and as black-haired–but feeling very out of place. Perhaps it’s the run-down state of the buildings and the general feeling of a city still stuck in the 1970s,or perhaps it’s just because I couldn’t really understand what everyone else was saying,but it did feel like I went back in time. And I liked that feeling, a lot.




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