Bangkok fish and vegetable market. Here, men, women and children sleep at their stalls where they possess a set of scales, a calculator, a charcoal stove and an iphone; the smell is like a mix of rotten fish, sweet chocolate that is just about to burn and clothes than have been pulled out of a freshwater river and left in a slightly warm room without an open window.
The view east across the river near Wat Arun, Bangkok. The produce is still transported in weaved baskets; amazingly, this industry must be cheaper and more affordable than buying plastic crates from China (although a few of these can be found around the riverside wharf buildings). Dicken's descriptions of late 19th century Bermondsey probably still fit the scenes here in Bangkok. Although the poverty was harsh and extreme; absolutely no-one was idle.
What a pump! Diesel generator and pump set-up shifting sludge into the river.
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