Being in a large city—any large city—there are a certain number of smells that are part of the experience. Whether its trash, the result of someone using an alley as a bathroom, exhaust, or just generally stinky people…bad smells are common, I understand.
But the day we accidentally walked through a fish market in Bangkok will forever be ingrained in my memory thanks to my nose. This kind of stink was not your typical city stink. This was fish stink in 90 degree heat.
You see on this particular day we toured a few temples in Bangkok. Through the tour we endured much sunshine and heat. I don’t think our bodies were used to it because we were both pretty lethargic after only a couple of hours. We saw the Emerald Buddha and the Reclining Buddha, which were amazing, but after that we decided to skip the rest and head back to the hotel. We were just too tired.

This is the head of the Reclining Buddha. It’s huge!
Before we hopped in a cab Jason wanted to get a picture of the temple (Wat Arun) that we were going to skip. It was across the river (which was just on the other side of the street aways) so there was no easy view of it except from the shores of the river. We decided to take a short cut through what looked like a market so we could get a good picture.
Only a few feet deep into the market it was clear that this wasn’t a touristy market…this was a food market for locals. I saw a few fish heads, piles of fish skin, and several other piles of things that I didn’t recognize. A little queasy, I decided that I wasn’t going to look at any of the food anymore. Instead, I just stared at the back of Jason’s head and waited for it to be over.
But my nose wouldn’t let me forget my surroundings. Between the heat, the fish, the river, and the run down warehouse the market was housed in, the stench was overpowering. I tried breathing through my mouth but that didn’t really help either.
I wanted to turn around and leave but then I remembered Traveling Tip # 38, which is to always act like you know where you’re going. If you walk with authority then people are less likely to hassle you or come up to you to sell you things.
Finally, we had reached the end of the long aisle of fish guts and who knows what else when what does Jason do? He walks out behind the warehouse to the dock, which was no more than a few rotting boards shottily nailed together. There was laundry out drying and about five or six Thai people just staring at us waiting to see what we’d do.
I felt like we were intruding and was pretty uncomfortable. I also wanted to plug my nose more than I ever had in my life. After about five or six shots of this….

…we got to go. On the way out we walked down a different route, which was darker and a little more sketchy but certainly less stinky.
Once we finally got into a cab and were on our way back to our hotel Jason confessed that while we were in the market he saw a bucket full of boogers that made him want to puke.
I’m really glad I missed the bucket of boogers.