The beginning of the end.
The much rumored demise of the Bangkok nightlife institution, Nana Plaza, started this week with the demolition of the central courtyard bars.
For long time customers, the old Plaza, stripped of its’ ground floor open air bars, took on the forlorn neglected look of a decommissioned World War 2 battleship with its big guns removed, the live ordinance disposed of, with rusty sewage streaming from the scuppers, and no one giving a damn that a proud old lady that was home for thousands, who served well and faithfully for many years looks like crap before being put down.
For long time customers, the old Plaza took on the air of a derelict hulk being towed to the wreckers to be broken up for scrap.
Personally, I took a piece of the rubble as a keepsake just like Germans snatched pieces of the Berlin Wall when it was finally torn down. I suggest others do the same before it is too late.
The inside skinny has long been that the when the master lease is up in the next couple of years, the land on which Nana Plaza stands will be sold, the plaza razed, and a hotel built on the site.
When Nana Plaza goes, rocket science is not required to predict the fate of the network of dirty, nasty, shit hole, no reason to exist pretentious Soi 4 bars desperately struggling to weather the recent decimation of the tourist industry and concomitant dearth of customers.
Or what will happen to the street long jumble of noodle carts, bug vendors, and greasy hamburger stands, the vendors of cheap plastic high heeled shoes, micro-mini skirts, and trashy dirt cheap slutty clothes, the scamming tuk tuk drivers, thieving post op transvestites, and cross dressing homosexuals, and the moronic wannabe big shots with their retirement money burning a hole in their pocket just waiting to be relieved of it by sharp operators.
When Nana Plaza goes, the whole nasty disgusting but somehow unique, satisfying, and engaging scene will get flushed too.
Is this the first step in the process?
If your old enough and fortunate enough to have lived through the punk rock era, it will bring back memories of the demise of the legendary New York punk rock bar CBGB where acts such as the Sex Pistols, Blondie, and The Talking Heads had their heyday.
Or if your old enough and fortunate enough to have experienced summer in 1967 San Francisco, the “melting pot of music, psychoactive drugs, sexual freedom, creative expression, and politics“, now known as the Summer of Love the memories of Nana Plaza will be as bittersweet.
The End of an Era.
Say it isn’t true.