This is a personal account of a story from one day in Bangkok, a bag full of paint and a graffiti writer in search of some old trains, adventure and a cool flick!
I packed my bag with as many tins as it could hold and left the air conditioned hotel onto the hot and muggy streets of Bangkok.
I remembered seeing some dead trains from the elevated train line out the back of a yard that were all overgrown with trees and weeds so I headed in that direction hoping to find an old train that I could paint for a cool photo.
I caught a train to the nearest station and hit the road walking until I found the commuter train line then headed down the tracks sussing out the yard in search of an entry point. A few locals stopped on their bikes and took a double take looking suspicious as to what the hell I was up to so I pulled my camera out and pretended like I was a photographer, It seemed to work and they kept riding and left me alone.
Checking the high concrete wall for a possible entry point I couldn't find a safe spot to jump in without being seen by the yard workers. After a lot of walking and a bit of trial and error I found a spot where the wire was cut and I could climb a tree to get high enough to get over. Holding my camera and giving a friendly nod and thumbs up to some locals chilling in hammocks I pointed and indicated I was going to climb the wall, They didn't seem to care so I went over having a last look back before dropping to the other side.
I quickly found some random bits of rubbish to stack up so I could get back over the wall in a hurry if I had to. It was completely still and quiet inside the walls so different to the chaos on the streets outside.
I pushed through the thick bushes keen to see what I would find. I could hear people and saw some signs that they might be living near by so I moved quietly amazed at the old trains that were being eaten up by this jungle in the middle of the city.
After bush bashing and walking through the old decomposing carriages I finally came across a purple train and an old sprinter completely clean and shining in the hot sun just waiting for a fresh coat of paint.
Regretting wearing shorts and a T-shirt I waded through the waist high bushes hoping any snakes would be more scared of me. I painted two pieces in the scorching hot sun ducking every now and again when the sky train would pass or I heard voices near by.
Once I finished I started taking a heap of photos from different angles trying to capture that perfect shot. I had been in there most of the day enjoying myself soaking up the atmosphere and dodging the near by yard workers and it was time to leave.
While walking out I did one last piece with some scrap tins trying to use all my paint up. Instead of walking out the way I came I followed the rails hoping to find for an easier way out. As I pushed through the thick bushes I noticed a small platform built up off the ground with a lot of rubbish around it, I was trying to walk quietly but every step was crunching on the leaves and branches making so much noise.
I spotted a guy was sleeping on top but by then it was too late and he was staring at me in absolute disbelief that there was a random white guy walking past his makeshift house. He started screaming at me in Thai and looking in the direction I had just come from in complete shock! I have no idea what he was saying but it was clear he was not happy. I gave a thumbs up and pointed at my camera and tried my photographer trick but he was going crazy so I boosted it to my exit and flew over the wall back onto the street checking over my shoulder the whole way to the station.