Roses Don't Smell Like That

Just along the river from where I emerged from Chinatown there is Pak Khlong Talat, a massive fruit and veg market on the river, which was fantastic, and after wandering about looking at massive piles of limes, shallots, chillies and other ingredients that’ll end up in some delicious curry later, I found the flower market and walked through masses of flower stalls with colours bursting everywhere.

As I wandered through the roses section, I thought it was a bit odd that there was no scent, so I leant into one of the bundles wrapped in newspaper and had a big sniff. Nothing, well, excluding the smell of rotten eggs that seemed to be getting stronger the further I walked into the market.

I’d walked ages by this point and was almost up back at Wat Pho, where we’d had the massages yesterday, so I went back to the café we’d been to before and had lunch before going to the Siam Museum, which would have been excellent if you were a 12 year old kid. I didn’t understand most of what was going on in there either as it was pretty much all in Thai.

My flight was at 6 pm, so I made my way back to the hotel via the riverboat and checked out before getting my cab to the airport.