Bangkok’s True True Name

My remarkable Servas host, Topsi, delighted in pronouncing Bangkok’s “true” name: 

“Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit”

I kid you not. Good thing for us westerners they nick-named it “Bangkok”.

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