Bangkok is the very definition of organized chaos. Speeding and honking tuk-tuks, vendors shouting their wares down the entire block, huge bundles of cables hanging from all visible corners, poles and windows- impossibly staying airborne to provide precious electricity, every variation of vehicle weaving in and out of crowds, small children weaving through the sea of legs around you, and smells: so many smells. Cooking pad thai from three different hodgepodge street kitchens, spilled gasoline from a motor being worked on, a open-air fish market, clothes being washed in an impossibly large bin, and a smell that you think might be a man flash-frying scorpions. And I've only described one block.