
The smell of waste water seeping up through the broken drains next to all kinds of food being prepared and cooked in the open by a multitude of street vendors, in the same choking pollution, while rats rummage through the trash before your eyes, the broken pavements that can trip even the most observant private investigator.
The cocktail bars set up in brightly painted Volkswagen Vans parked on a side street, each one seemingly protected by the flea ridden (some times bad tempered) half starved Soi dogs and mosquitoes...
The never ending requests for money from the crippled beggars, and old ladies holding babies (who should be at home in bed) or the young but very "wise street" urchins selling anything from Apples to Zippos.
The streetwalking freelancers; male, female and she-male, who want to go home to share your bed. The fortune tellers and palm readers who can predict your future simply by the turn of a card but they don't know next weeks lottery numbers!
The pimps and hawkers who want you to go here or there, or to buy this item or go to that massage parlor or get into this Taxi or that Tuk Tuk just so they can take you where they want you to go! Not where you want to go.
The pickpockets and the petty thieves, the confidence tricksters who try to strike up a conversation and ask all sorts of personal questions that can only lead to some scam or another, there are just too many to list here.