A few hundred kilometers from the capital of Thailand, under the scorching sun of noon, the steel expands and our heads shrink as small tsantsa.
Position
The abandoned wagons are not far from the main station of Nakhon Ratchasima.
Entering is not at all difficult as everything is opened and faces the main road.
History
What we managed to gather was just a little information. One owner of the nearby restaurant told us that these train wagons were taken out of the main station (in quarentena) to be repaired and be ready for use again.
All this happened 7 years ago, in 2011. Since then, the local government, not having adequate funds, has not moved a finger and the situation has remained the same for years.
Description
After having finished our breakfast / lunch (in Thailand there is no distinction between breakfast, lunch and dinner) and having filled our bellies with rice and chicken and with a nice spicy soup, we resume our journey towards the north of Thailand.
Just after a few steps, we find ourselves in front of a train station, but not the one we were looking for, but something unexpected. The wagons lie motionless, rusty and with the vegetation that thrives on every corner of the tracks.
-Ah, another abandoned place! We exclaim, laughing.
Some of the wagons are used for passenger transport, others for the transport of goods or animals.
Since there is almost nothing left in the latter (if not swarms of mosquitoes and flies), we opt for entering by chance one of the passing wagons. The seats have been detached and are located in the middle of the corridor, over a few inches of dust and dirt.
Even the doors have been destroyed and lie in front of the main entrance of the wagon. Next to a window we find a bird trying to get out, we help it by lowering the window completely so that it can fly free.
In the other cars the situation is repeated almost equally, if it were not for a sudden we find a puppy lost that begins to follow us. For the whole duration of the exploration (about thirty minutes) it makes us enjoy jumping and biting our shoes.
Beside another entrance we find the prohibition: “forbidden to jump or climb on the roof of the train”, which does not stop us, rather it stimulates us to look around.
Imagine how it could have been live, while the train was on the move and the children just finished school were having fun competing in some acrobatics.
The time of the imagination is over, now we have to take the real train to continue our journey towards the north of Thailand.
