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Seriously, it is the same thing that struck me when I first landed in Don Muang......the atmosphere....can nor explain, but it was the first time I could feel something like that

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Riding my bicycle in the early morning and getting waves and smiles from complete strangers. The smell of rice cooking drifting across the lane from the neighbour. The sound of the delivery truck as it drops-off a fresh load of Chang at the shop at the end of the lane. The Sun sinking over the local temple as the cows wander home. My wife's smile when she arrives home. The red marks on my arm where I keep pinching myself.

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