As I arrive back to my hostel on my last day in Bangkok I am reminded of the first time I arrived at W Market three months ago. It is 6am, the market sits abandoned and an eerie early morning haze filters over the tables of leftover food. In this moment W Market seems an apt reflection of myself: very tired, smelling of smoke and alcohol, and feeling a bit hungover. My nighttime escapades were insane (as expected in Bangkok), however the joys of the night were tainted by the sadness of seeing so many new friends for the last time.
I think I will need to return to Bangkok.