As we cruised along the Chao Phraya enjoying the sights on a balmy November night, my friend asked: “What’s with that big derelict building – it looks like it’s been empty for a while?”
“It’s the ghost building,” our guide said. “It’s a hotel they were building but had to abandon their plans when it was half built during the Asian financial crisis in the late 90s – the money just ran out.
“Now the structure has too much exposed concrete rot to continue building and will cost too much to pull down so it just sits there – and is haunted – according to locals.”
“Can we climb it?” we inquired, our interest intensely piqued.
Our guide told us it was reputed to be notoriously unsafe. He said he had heard of some “not so friendly” vagrants who inhabit the lower floors, and some “undead” folk on the upper floors.
“But if you guys want to I reckon you might as well try – just be careful.”
My companion and I, having spent many nights of our misspent youth finding ways into abandoned buildings to scribble on walls and whatever else, had a certain curiosity and a strong affinity with abandoned buildings – and with no disapproving, sensible wives to talk us out of it and no fear of ghosts or vagrants - our minds were made up.
We disembarked from the boat, grabbed a couple of beers and headed to the ghost building.