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A number of soakings, welcome in the heat, quickly had me in the Songkran spirit of a drenching, splashing, sousing grand ending symbolising the removing of the previous year’s miseries.

The huge splash in the huge heat …
As the mercury reached the mid-30s C and the ‘genuine feel’ skyrocketed to more than 40C Songkran was back with a bang. You either like it or loath it! As the joyful days heightened in passionate liveliness the Scribbler discovered himself falling under the previous classification! However I confess I didn’t endeavor far, restricting myself to my recognized Chom Thian convenience zone. A number of soakings, welcome in the heat, quickly had me in the Songkran spirit. The days slipped promptly by culminating on Wan Lai in an extravaganza of a drenching, splashing, sousing grand ending symbolising the removing of the previous year’s miseries. Long might the custom grow!

On 26 March, 1896, (B.E. 2439) HM Queen Saovabha Phongsri symbolically hammers in railway nails into the sleepers as HM King Chulalongkorn, Rama V searches throughout the inauguration of the Bangkok-Krung Kao (Ayutthaya) train stations which was an area of the Bangkok Nakorn Ratchasima line.

Confessions of a train romantic …
Rail journeys have actually been main to the plot of numerous books and movies along with the topic of ratings of poems and paintings, and fired the creativities of authors varying from Tolstoy and Dickens to Buchan and Betjeman.

Although never ever most likely to reach anywhere near the ability of those skilled artists, as a fellow train romantic I share their enthusiasm! Being a train romantic is a million miles from the ordinary world of the “train spotter”. We romantics care little for locos, bogies and wagons. For us it is the environment, environment and aura the train stimulates that we discover so fascinating. So with a fondness for trains and a love of the East rail journeys in Thailand satisfy 2 enthusiasms!

Hua Lamphong train station was opened on 25 June 1916 after 6 years of building and construction that began in 1910 in the reign of King Chulalongkorn (Rama V) and completed in the reign of King Vajiravudh (Rama VI).

To the Scribbler, Bangkok’s 126 years of ages Hua Lamphong Station has actually constantly remembered a lost age of rail travel and holds an unique location in this train romantic’s heart. Now its long reign as the country’s train center is over. The glossy brand-new( ish) aluminium intercity reveals have actually deserted the old location in favour of the similarly shiny brand-new primary line terminus at Bang Sue. Now Hua Lamphong serves just regional traffic– benched and decreased rather like an as soon as grand woman now residing in “minimized situations”!

Obviously the old station has actually long remained in high decrease. From what need to have been magnificence years in her very first couple of years of a long life she had actually weakened into a worn-out, in locations honestly unclean, shadow of her previous self can not.

Bangkok’s 126 years of ages Hua Lamphong Station has actually constantly remembered a lost age of rail travel and holds an unique location in this train romantic’s heart. Now its long reign as the country’s train center is over.

Requiem for a grand old dame …
Oh Hua Lamphong, as soon as grand and huge
A terminus where memories last
For several years you stood a grand old dame,
A sign of the country’s train popularity.
No more the center of train land,
Your magnificence days, now at an end,
So now we need to bid farewell,
To a treasured landmark, permanently real.

A train reminiscence …
Some 10 years ago among the Scribbler’s earliest transits through Hua Lamphong influenced him to compose this piece for my blog site ‘Idle Times in Restriction Somboon and Chom Thian’, www.theidlescribbler.wordpress.com

Coming To Hua Lamphong, the capital’s primary station, at the end of a seaside Christmas break at Chom Thian I excitedly expect my very first journey aboard Train 67, the over night ‘reveal’ sleeper from Bangkok to Sisaket. The 450 km journey will take more than 10 hours to cover. I’m undaunted at the possibility– another train experience is afoot!

Hua Lamphong is heaving. I select my method through the crowd to the Black Canyon coffee bar on the upper floor gallery ignoring the station’s dynamic concourse, an area I have actually discovered to be an ideal individuals seeing perch.

The station clock reveals 6 pm specifically and all turmoil stops as the very first notes of the Thai National Anthem noise. At the same time all is still and quiet, even the most crazy train catchers drop in their tracks. (Picture by Diego Delso)

Today the scene is among bustle tempered by Asian persistence. Monks, as befits their status, are supplied with their own personal and roomy seating location. No one, at any rate while I’m seeing, appears even to think about, never ever mind making, any effort at breaching this semi-sacred area.

The station clock reveals 6 pm specifically and all turmoil stops as the very first notes of the Thai National Anthem noise. At the same time all is still and quiet, even the most crazy train catchers drop in their tracks. Time is unexpectedly frozen as if somebody has actually struck the video time out button. As the last note passes away the buzz starts once again. Unlike the silence on Remembrance Day, which is softened by a prolonged accumulation, here the contrast from one minute to the next is remarkable.

Hua Lamphong is heaving. I select my method through the crowd to the Black Canyon coffee bar on the upper floor gallery ignoring the station’s dynamic concourse, an area I have actually discovered to be an ideal individuals seeing perch.

Looking down on the dynamic scene listed below I attempt to envision how it would have searched in Hua Lamphong’s earliest days. Undoubtedly no young ‘back-packers’ then. Any farang would likely be outfitted in white ‘ducks’ and most likely sporting a ‘solar toupee’!

Train 67 at last appears on the departure board. I select my method through the crowd to the tracks. In the schedule Train 67 is described a ‘unique reveal’ although a typical speed of simply 40 km per hour reveal is possibly rather deceptive!

Aboard this reveal I might have taken a trip initially class with a personal compartment. Nevertheless, still playing the geriatric backpacker I choose to take a trip 2nd class air-con. To envision the train’s interior think old American films such as ‘Some Like It Hot’ where much the action occurs in the old ‘Pullman’ type sleeping automobiles. Train 67 is similar to that. Right after departure the train team move down the automobiles turning the seats to beds, tidy cotton sheets and pillows in a mini bed room with cosy curtained-off personal privacy.

It’s a lot more affordable than by air and a hell of a lot more comfy than the most elegant buses.

Australian comic genius with an exceptional skill for satire and parody Barry Humphries, aka Dame Edna Everage unfortunately passed away on 22 April at the age of 89.

A megastar is gone …
As I compose news comes through of the death of that Australian comic genius with an exceptional skill for satire and parody Barry Humphries, aka Dame Edna Everage, megastar homemaker from Melbourne’s Moony Ponds, aka Sir Les Patterson, the red wine drenched ‘Cultural Attaché’, aka Sandy Stone, the mild however somewhat senile Returned Serviceman. I’ll miss them all.


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