Hat Yai is a city in Southeast Thailand, not really on the tourist map. More of a transpo dump before heading to a more exotic locale, beach, island, nirvana. Sounds like a perfect place to explore.
Not much of a skyline, mostly mid-rise concrete boxes.
Some sort of memorial. To a car hood, doubtful. You want some rice? See the rice man.
Fruit in the street, the ladies prepping.
Dreams on a building front. Back at the vegetable market, those dreams taking hold.
Old wood structures are still around, a hint to the disappearing city.
Empty spaces, in and out. An apartment lobby with a little Chinese altar and a park stage.
Intersection in blue.
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