I alight the ferry at Ratchawong pier and follow my map to the main street of Chinatown.
In the nearby alleyways, there is hardly any sound, a tuk-tuk breaks the silence as it rumbles past, leaving a thick, black cloud of smoke in its wake.
Within a few minutes, glowing neon signs and sizzling grills of street food stalls are overtaking my senses.
It’s like a whole new world here.
Everything is heightened.
The smells of grilled meat, spicy pork soup and sweet fruits fill the air.
People are bustling in all directions, so I try to focus and move with the crowd.