On our way back to Chiang Mai from Cambodia, we made a pit stop in Bangkok. I’ve read somewhere that you never appreciate Bangkok on your first visit, but if you come back around a second time, you’ll welcome it with open arms. I feel like that statement was pretty spot on for us. Maybe it’s because we found ourselves caught in the tourist trap area of Khaosan Road on our first visit, but second time around we explored deep through the veins of Bangkok’s Chinatown. We must have got lost in it’s alleyways for hours that day. A labyrinth of never ending markets where anything can be found. Vintage records, colorful wigs, antique arcade machines, and even ancient Chinese potions in mysterious bottles. As we got deeper and deeper into the trenches of street food, gold shops, and rows of silks and fabrics, we realized that to describe Bangkok, words fail. We could come everyday and walk down the same road just to come back to write a different story. It’s wild, it’s almost tangible, it’s Bangkok.