Last Monday (3 May) a farang friend and I took an in depth tour of the Red Shirt camp most commonly referred to as the Rajprasong intersection. This is the area where all the big shopping malls are located - Siam Discovery, Paragon, Central World and Gaysorn.
We took the BTS to Chit Lom and took the elevated walkway back toward Central World. I was surprised the above ground walkway was open almost all the way. It was also interesting that a substantial number of Red Shirts were using it for their sleeping quarters, which we had to walk around while making our way toward Central World. We eventually had to drop down to ground level, as the walkway was blocked just past the second floor entrance to Gaysorn.
From ground level, we made our way to the Rajprasong intersection. Right in the middle of the intersection is a huge stage. No one was giving a speech at the time so entertainers were singing to Isan music for the hundreds of people gathered in front. From the stage a black netting shade has been stretched all the way back to the first pedestrian walkover, located next to the rear of Gaysorn. Most of that shaded area was populated by spectators.
By the time we reached the pedestrian walkover we had already been offered some of the free food that was being distributed and had a conversation with one gentleman that wanted to tell us about their cause. We slowly made our way down the street, past Central world and Big C to the intersection just the other side of the canal. Once at the intersection we had passed through two barricades and were outside the camp.
From there we made our way back to the stage and turned right for a walk down to Paragon. We didn’t get far before more food and water was offered, which turned into a nice visit and lunch. By this time we had concluded this was like a small city and started referring to it as Little Isan. They had brought in portable generators, toilets and had running water. People have set up little street shops, selling everything you would usually see, plus all kinds of Red Shirt items.

We eventually made our way down to the next intersection, across from which is MBK and the Bangkok Art and Culture Centre. This also marked another entry and exit point for the sprawling Red Shirt camp. During our entire visit the mood was generally welcoming and friendly, with lots of smiles. Just start dancing to the Isan music and you’ve immediately made some new friends. Of course, there was the occasional scowl or concerned look, and the security guards were understandably cold and distant. Even so, at every check point we were welcomed to pass.
There were a few other farang wandering through the area, but not that many. I guess that’s no surprise, as we did not expect the access that was granted. From there I wanted my friend to see the Silom area, as the mood and temperament was a bit more on edge. In the Rajprasong intersection area there were no troops and less police than normal. Silom, on the other hand, was a very different story.
The elevated walkway I used to take pictures of Songkran was now occupied by the army. In addition there were pockets of soldiers all over the place at ground level. A few days before there were an equal number of police all over the place, but they had all moved over to the provide security for the Red Cross hospital. If the military and police presence wasn’t enough, all the coils of razor wire and barricades were appropriate accessories in creating a war zone like atmosphere. It was an odd mix of tension and cheerful smiles that I guess one can only experience in Thailand.
From the BTS station, we made our way down to ground level and walked over to the MRT station. After observing for a few minutes we decided it was safe to cross into the median of Rama 4, and from there determined there would be no problem in our crossing over to the other side. We then made our way over to the barricade that had one day before been repositioned across the street from the Red Cross hospital.
While walking along the barricade we encountered a group of Red shirt security guards looking over the wall. A couple of them offered us some cake which we politely accepted. Everyone along the wall was very friendly, but few would give us permission to take their picture. This was no surprise, as we had been told in Siam that the guards didn’t like being photographed.

It is unseasonably hot this year, and after an afternoon in the heat I was ready for a few beers. We were also loosing our light, so it was becoming more difficult to take pictures. All things considered, I suggested we make our way over to Balcony, an idea that sat well with my Irish friend. On the way we encountered two soldiers and my friend asked if he could pose for a photo with them, which the happily agreed to. A farang passing by proclaimed our conduct “sad.” Ask me if I care. Further down we noticed a large army truck with a sound system in the back. On it was a woman soldier singing to the Isan music blasting from the speakers surrounding her. She gladly posed for a picture before we continued on to soi 4. At the entrance to the soi were two young soldiers, who also agreed to a photo. We sat at Balcony for a few beers and were on the skytrain, heading for home, before 7:30.

Some might think we were foolish to do this, but both of us have been in parts of the world far more dangerous, my friend more so than I. We both know how to asses the situation and determine if things are safe to proceed. In addition, we held off on taking this tour until it was clear a compromise was about to be announced and everything was over but the posturing. While we were a bit surprised by the level of access that was granted, we never felt like there was any cause for concern over our safety. We were also very much aware that with the exception of one incident all of the violence has taken place under the cover of darkness, and we were out of Silom before the BTS stopped running at 7:30. The modified BTS and MRT schedule was also a pretty clear indicator of when it was best to be out of the area.

I took over 200 pictures that day, and combined with a smaller number of photos taken on other more cautious visits to these areas, I’ve put together a couple of new albums on Facebook. I took these pictures to document what things were like and in no way are intended to show bias toward either side in the conflict.
After reviewing the photos I realized they don’t compare to actually being here, but it’s the best I can offer for those interested in seeing what things looked like on the eve of reconciliation.