1957? (OMG). Sounds – and is – like an awful long time ago. Feels like a long time ago. 🙂 We were living in Cambodia then. My father was working for Prince (Samdech) Norodom Sihanouk. A business trip to Bangkok? Sure. Took my mother with him. Left us kids and babies to the care of the Cambodian Nanny (I know, so Bourgeois) and off they went to Bangkok, otherwise known as Krung Thep. Their shooting arrangements assigned movies to my mother (8 then super 8mm. Under a very slow digitalization process) and photos, B&W, slides to my father. Those are scanned slides from that era. Imagine white tuxedos, elbow-length gloves and long dresses, at 6PM, the cocktail hour. The above photo is a well-known temple in Bangkok. Don’t ask me which.
Bangkok then was a maze of canals, the Klongs. (Not sure about the spelling. Will one of my many – and most welcome – visitors from Indochina enlighten us to the correct spelling? Don’t be shy.) 🙂 Houses, businesses, restaurants, floating markets thrived along the banks. The only means of transportation was aquatic. Now, I understand that most of the Klongs (canals) have been filled up, covered with some sort of asphalt and invaded by hordes of motorcycles, with no friend of foe. How does one say “run for dear life” in Thai?
Do note the very typical straw hats, common to many parts of South East Asia, though each region or country has a particular shape and design.
Some sort of market on the Khlong?
The following images are Royal barges of Siam, in their moorings. I imagine some strings were pulled.
Bangkok temples. Those of you who have been to Thailand, help me here.
This trip in the Twilight zone wouldn’t be complete without music. Allow me to introduce you to “Ramvong” (Rom vong, Ram Wong), a very traditional music style in Indochina. The next piece is from Cambodia. I just love it. Childhood memories? Though very Asian in style one can detect some Indian influences in the music, rhythm, tones. Also watch carefully how this to-day version is danced, with traditional, simplified hand moves, and not so-traditional! Don’t skip it! Hit play.
As usual, text and photos (c) BMO and Equinoxio except for the last photo, a vintage postcard of the time.
Thank you for traveling with Equinoxio.