It was 9 p.m. by the time I threw a leg over the Royal Enfield Hunter 350, but the streets of Bangkok never sleep. Some night markets were just opening as vendors hung “Belinciaga” and “Guci” handbags from the roofs of their colorful tents. Food vendors lined every street corner, grilling chicken skewers, tossing fresh pad thai, selling dried squid jerky. From the high-rises of Sathorn Road to the Pak Kret district outside of town, the city is a full sensory experience. We were riding right through its heart.
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