I’d Let You Watch. I Would Invite You.
Welcome to “One Night in Bangkok” the series. Follow me through Hong Kong and Bangkok while I act as my Rotary Club‘s delegate to the International Convention in Thailand, with posts that are titled from the lyrics of the song “One Night in Bangkok.” If this is your first visit to the series, please click here to begin at the beginning.
There’s a hum to this much concentrated neon. A buzz. A murmur. It builds from the asphalt floors and ricochets along the walls of the canyons of concrete, rumbles in the center of the ribcage, confuses the ear drums. Upon which sound to focus? Which snatch of conversation, skittering along the pavement? Will I understand anyone? Anywhere?
Maybe I’ll just meander along with the tide. Add my sound to the collective hum.
The Chicks shop did not sell chicken. It dealt in women’s clothing.
I just could not resist……………If my Dad owned a pawn shop (or any shop), it would be called “Chewing Fat.”
Pulsing street corner.
A certified Hong Kong surcee to the reader who guesses what the MTM store is. DO NOT GOOGLE IT.