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A man washes his face with a hose on the street in Baan Khrua, a shanty town in the centre of Bangkok in the shadow of upscale shopping malls, hotels and condominiums – built where orchards once stood. Photo: Tibor Krausz

Two worlds collide at a Bangkok shanty town hunkered in the shadow of glitzy malls, five-star hotels and condominiums

  • Huddled next to a fetid canal where older residents used to swim, Baan Khrua is a jumble of shacks and decaying wooden houses in the shadow of wealth
  • Once a centre of silk weaving – thanks to American businessman Jim Thompson, who lived nearby – it fell on hard times and illegal drugs took root

Times have changed for Manasnan Benjarongchinda, a Chinese-Thai octogenarian known as Uncle Aood in the shanty town of Baan Khrua, in the heart of Bangkok.

He started making silk textiles when he was 13 and spent nearly seven decades dyeing, weaving and spinning threads. These days, he mostly whiles away the time in his cluttered, low-ceilinged home, which doubles as a showroom for his homespun fabrics.

Manasnan has lived all his life in this old house down a little alley in a mazelike warren of winding footpaths and tightly packed homes of wood, plywood, breeze block and cement, alongside a fetid canal that flows from the Chao Phraya River and is plied by long passenger boats with roaring diesel engines.

The elderly man rarely has visitors any more, so he wears only a traditional plaid sarong as he reminisces about the past. “When I was young we bathed in the canal and washed silk in it. The water was still clean,” he recalls. “There were orchards around here and children filched coconuts and rose apples from trees. But now it’s not like that.”

Manasnan Benjarongchinda, a Chinese-Thai silk maker, stands in his simple home beside a picture from around 1960 showing American businessman Jim Thompson outside the same house in Baan Khrua. Photo: Tibor Krausz

His community, in the northern part of a slum-like neighbourhood that sprawls along the waterway, has changed over the years, but the city around it has changed far more.

The entire opposite bank, once the site of those orchards, has been taken up by fancy hotels and upscale condominiums. At a nearby intersection, a Tesco Lotus superstore stands where an old street market once did.

“It’s very different here than it used to be,” says Siprapa Somprasong, 57, a local woman who earns a modest living by mending clothes on a portable sewing machine she sets up on a pavement, surrounded by the stray cats she feeds. “This area used to be like a village,” she adds.

Lots of people do drugs. I used to do too – cannabis, yaba, crystal meth. Drugs are everywhere in communities like this
Jakkarin Sukumapai, motorbike taxi driver

Baan Khrua has lost much of its rustic feel, but predatory pythons still lurk in the drains. “The other day I saw a snake kill one of my cats,” Siprapa says. “I couldn’t save him.”

Dotted around the Thai capital are similar slums of jumbled shacks that cling to the edges of canals like barnacles within sight of gleaming skyscrapers and high-end shopping centres. Yet the contrast between old and new, rich and poor, is perhaps nowhere as stark as at Baan Khrua North.

A short walk away lies Siam Square, a trendy haunt with glitzy malls frequented by the city’s wealthiest residents, who drive Mercedes-Benz cars, wear Louis Vuitton clothes and dine at gourmet restaurants.

“I don’t go to these places. They’re not for me,” says Muearn Rungsawang, a retired construction supervisor who lives in a ramshackle shack beside a busy four-lane bridge that spans the canal.

Retiree Muearn Rungsawang built the shack he lives in. Photo: Tibor Krausz

Muearn lives a few hundred metres from the malls and sleeps in a deckchair covered in blankets inside his dwelling, fashioned from planks, sheets of corrugated iron and scavenged pieces of cardboard.

He shares it with his wife and mentally impaired middle-aged daughter, whom he adopted when she was 12. “She has many blood relatives, but none of them ever visit her,” Muearn says.

His shack stands right behind a five-star boutique hotel, which opened a few years ago on the site of an old warehouse. A room there costs more for a night than Muearn’s family earns in a month from selling fizzy drinks, instant noodles, snacks and cigarettes to passers-by on their way to a small pier.

Yet the retiree sounds content with his lot. “When I came here 20 years ago, this site was covered in rubbish,” Muearn says. “I cleaned it up, working all day, all night.”

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Despite being a squatter, he takes a proprietary view of the premises. He even rents out the small adjoining space to a local woman for her food stall. “I had nothing when I settled here. I built this house by myself,” Muearn says proudly.

At the other side of a pedestrian passageway under the bridge, three dozen paces from his shack, stands a royal palace compound that serves as the residence of Princess Sirindhorn, a sister of Thailand’s King Maha Vajiralongkorn. The palace is a century old, but Baan Khrua is much older.

It was King Phra Phutthayotfa Chulalok, or Rama I, the founder of Thailand’s reigning Chakri dynasty, who gifted this plot of land in his new capital to ethnic Cham Muslims from Cambodia in reward for joining his army to repel Burmese invaders and conquer Khmer territory in the late 18th century.

Arkom Inpankeaw, a descendant of Cham Muslims, lives in Baan Khrua. Photo: Tibor Krausz

Descendants of those Cham settlers still live in Baan Khrua, which remains a mostly Muslim community, with small mosques and old Islamic burial grounds with wooden grave markers among tufts of tropical vegetation sprouting above graves.

“My grandmother still spoke Khmer,” says Arkom Inpankeaw, 62, who is a head of Baan Khrua North with its 700 households. He lives in a simple two-storey dwelling facing a modern block of flats across the canal and sells noodle soup on a waterside walkway beside the high-rise. “When I was little, she would tell me stories about our history,” he adds.

Back then, Baan Khrua was home to well-off silk weavers, many of whom lived in traditional teak houses with airy verandas and vegetable patches. Only a few of those houses remain here and there, in various stages of decay.

The locals owed their fortune to Jim Thompson, an American businessman who revived Thailand’s silk industry in the 1950s and set up base right across the canal in a leafy compound, now a museum. In 1967 Thompson mysteriously vanished during a visit to Malaysia’s Cameron Highlands.

“Many people here were distraught,” recalls Manasnan, who knew the American well. “For years he had rowed across in a boat every morning to inspect our latest fabrics or give us new orders,” he adds. “He often came by my house.”

Two man play chess on the ground outside a house in Baan Khrua. Photo: Tibor Krausz

Baan Khrua’s silk-making cottage industry soon went into decline. Hanging from a post in Manasnan’s house is a framed photograph, from around 1960, of Thompson standing on a wooden platform in the canal and inspecting a striped, salmon-pink textile.

Manasnan, then a handsome, sinewy young man, sits to his right cutting yarn under newly dyed fabrics hung out to dry.

Peering from an edge of the photograph is a little boy of around two years old. That boy was Arkom. “I doubt Mr Thompson would recognise me now,” he says.

The American wouldn’t recognise much of Baan Khrua, either. Chronic poverty is a blight on the once prosperous community. Substance abuse has been rife, especially among younger residents, who take cheap methamphetamine pills called yaba (“crazy medicine”) and other stimulants. Some drug users are still of primary-school age, says Arkom, who organises sporting events for local children to keep them off drugs.

“If you take a walk around here, you’ll see people getting high all the time,” says Jakkarin Sukumapai, 36, a motorcycle taxi driver whose family has lived here for generations.

Modern skyscrapers dominate the skyline, with old low-rise buildings in the foreground, in a central area of Bangkok, near Baan Khrua. Photo: Tibor Krausz

“Lots of people do drugs. I used to too – cannabis, yaba, crystal meth,” he adds matter-of-factly, sitting on a plastic stool at a street food stall. As if on cue, a shirtless man appears on unsteady feet, staring glassy-eyed. “Drugs are everywhere in communities like this,” Jakkarin says. Many people take them recreationally, but plenty of them become addicts, he explains.

Another threat to life in Baan Khrua comes from fires that can gut entire blocks of wooden houses in no time. Recently, a short circuit in a hut occupied by a Burmese migrant worker started a fire that burned down a dozen dwellings around it.

Jakkarin’s family inheritance, an imposing teak building, perished in a similar inferno years ago. He now lives in a smaller cement and wood structure. With several other locals, the moto-taxi driver volunteers at their community’s fire station – a hut with some firefighter gear and a bicycle for nightly patrols.

The biggest threat to the community is posed by officials who would like to redevelop the area. The last time a group of them showed up some years ago, locals chased them away by squirting them with sewage water.

“They came looking neat in their uniforms and fled looking like a mess,” Arkom says, chuckling. “They haven’t been back. This is our home and we don’t want to move.”