What about the soul-destroying walk from Robinsons on the corner of Sukhumwit soi 19 to about Soi 5?
Sneering, leering massage parlour touts and bone idle tuk-tuk drivers. The dust and gravel and doodoo from the construction at the Ambassador, The tourist walkway with sweaty Middle Eastern tourists haggling over the prices of oversize luggage. The hill-tribe woman and baby on the scrounge. All those hairdressing shops with an assortment of trollops sitting in the window and winking at you in a coquettish come-hither manner. The dangling electrical wires near the Buccara Indian restaurant. Skinny tailor's shop touts with cream gaberdine trousers and swarthy complexions. Hardcore porn DVDs, handcuffs and flick-knifes, Thai silk wraparounds, high-power binoculars and carved wooden solitaire boards. It's 'orrible.