While I was teaching English in Bangkok, I had to be in my budget always. Transportation, food, sleeping always should be in budget. In that case, I had to choose some cheap and best options to connect with other part of the city. I used to stay in Ramkhamhaeng, Soi 23. There was a pier in Soi 29. Therefore, I used to take a boat to go somewhere, like Asoke, Pratunam, Golden mountain, Talad Baboe. Most of the Phalan (foreigner in thai language) doesn’t like crowded boat’s life and canal scenes. Some said, it’s more dirty, unhealthy, some said it’s more crowded than bus journey. But I didn’t care all those stuffs, I used to like float away without road traffics. To me it’s better than Bangkok’s unpredictable traffic jam. I used to stand almost all the late afternoons beside that busy pier in Soi 29. People used to move gradually beside my sights. Water shapes a big wave and touches the wall of bridge. When Sun feels to sleep beside the skyline, I seen all the light and shadow landscapes of city’s strange canal life. Houses are in different colors, laying on each others, some of them made of wood, some of them made of bricks. While taking the boat for my destination I used to stand beside all the busy southeast middle class passengers with a doubtful amaze in my mind. I used to see all their sweats, the dirty canal waves, the boat conductors ticket bunch and I felt the original spinal cord of Bangkok’s labour in my heart. Water used to talk with me, tell me all of their struggling stories. When the boat touches another busy pier, all the home going crowd jump like a gentle kangaroo in the boat to make a space for their tired legs . Beside all the high stored lights, the sky tower’s sparkling reflection we used to float every evening. At the night when boat stops running, I used to make my foot step beside that sleepy canal. Sometime I crossed the canal with the small magical boat and silently moved away through all the canal side neighbourhood. When different travel books write about Bangkok city as a superstar city of southeast, may be they forget to mention it’s dirty realistic canal life. But to me, it was a part of building the city more effective in modern Asia. I am away now, but still my inner soul is standing at Soi29, somewhere in some late afternoon.