“There’s a smell,” the man seated next to me explains as we circle the airspace above Bangkok. “I can’t describe it … but … it’s this smell. It’s distinct. It’s Thailand.”
I smile at him, weary from traveling for 24 hours and not looking forward to an overnight at the airport.
“Ah,” I remark half-heartedly. “I’ve never been.”
“Well, you will know when you step off the plane, it’s unmistakeable.”
When we step off the plane a few minutes later, it’s hard to get a whiff of anything as we move slowly from the jetway into the massive airport. But, when I step outside, it hits miss.