Bangkok Launches Major Pavement Renovation Program

The Bangkok Metropolitan Administration (BMA) has launched a comprehensive pavement renovation program to enhance footpaths across the capital city. The project initially targets 16 major routes, focusing on areas with high pedestrian traffic to ensure safety, durability, and improved accessibility.


According to BMA Spokesperson Aekvarunyoo Amrapala, the initial phase includes key areas such as Sukhumvit, Rama IV, Silom, and others known for their dense pedestrian activity. These downtown sidewalks are set to receive new tiles and artistic enhancements atop reinforced concrete bases. In contrast, suburban paths on Phuttha Bucha road in Thung Kru and Khum Klao road in Lat Krabang will see asphalt paving instead.


Future expansions of the renovation work will extend to additional routes. Plans are to refurbish sidewalks on 38 more routes this year and 22 the following year. The upgrades will also take place in areas surrounding skytrain stations and running trails throughout the capital, with assistance being provided by the Bangkok Emergency Service Team.


To address pavement damage from public utility work, the BMA is using its Traffy Fondue app, which allows residents to report issues directly.

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It can only get better, must be a nightmare for handicapped in wheel chairs or visually challenged all thise low hanging wires, awnings, ads and general hazards, plus potholes , uncovered manhole covers and changes in tiling from shop to shop.

It can only get better, doubt be rady for annual transit.

Singapore’s pedestrian infrastructure was far superior 55 years ago compared to this shitty medieval country. It’s a fucking disgrace the state of the pavements along Sukhumvit and it’s 100 sois on either side between On Nut and Ratchaprasong.

And of course the reason that is so is because the rich families who own the place do not walk anywhere but are driven around immunised against the fucking squalor and shite. And what is available to walk on is as level as a fucking camel’s back, potholed, strewn with garbage of an evening and the domain of rats and cockroaches.

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Singapore’s pedestrian infrastructure was far superior 55 years ago

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You must have been in Singapore about the same time as me. I spent a delightful 3 days R&R in 'Sandes Soldiers Home'.

1966-69.

Did most of my RnR in and around Changi but occasionally visited Bugis Strasse, Arab St etc.

Lived near Serangoon off Thompson Road in Braddell Heights.

Bought our drugs in Geylang.

Early 1972.

I was seconded to the Para's post Bloody Sunday. To get them out of the way they posted them to Kota Tinggi at the jungle warfare school. It was a nice posting being the first time I ever had a man servant to clean my kit. And the last. Singapore was a great place to be in them days. Did my customary visit to Bugis Street and the market in Arab Street. I'd dig photo's out but I'm having problems with my computer. Sorry

Singapore on your posting was grappling with the consequences of the British withdrawal but my sojourn there probably marked the high point of Lee Kuan Yew’s relations with the British.

I had a great teenage childhood there and similarly my parents always regarded it as their best tour of duty.

I did my Duke of Edinburgh Bronze qualification in the jungle of Kota Tinggi where we held our overnight expedition - awful two days, dehydrated, bitten to buggery by mosquitos and tics while our sleeping ponchos collected rain water during the night and we lay there expecting to die with endless insects crawling down the trees to see what was on the menu. The rain made our wood sodden so we couldn’t light a fire to boil the stream water to make it sterile. Drank it as was and ended up with an infection that had me off school for two weeks with a fever of 104f and a throat so sore I could hardly drink water.

Great times though, flown to Pulao Tioman as bogus air scouts by a mate’s squadron leader RAF father for a four night stay as the only European folk on what was then a desert island. Practically lived independently of my parents who gave me sufficient pocket money to travel the island at the weekend to see mates and get up to all sorts of mischief, each claiming to be overnighting at someone else’s house while we stayed out all night at the Paya Lebar airport drinking in the bar.

The Chinky staff at the various base club bars at Seletar and Changi served us frozen Tiger draught lager at $2 a pint supplemented by a shared bottle of Tolleys brandy which would fortify us to hit the youth club dances and see if we could get ourselves that elusive ‘finger’, losing our cherries was a holy grail none expected to find. The RAF musicians would double up on dance nights as pop groups playing the hits of the day and were great to bop to, and then by 1030 hrs we would stagger outside and throw up the beer and brandy.

Ah happy days.

I am sure that the motosai of Bangkok will appreciate their new, smoother, more comfortable motorcycle lanes.

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Singapore on your posting was grappling with the consequences of the British withdrawal but my sojourn there probably marked the high point of Lee Kuan Yew’s relations with the British.

I had a great teenage childhood there and similarly my parents always regarded it as their best tour of duty.

I did my Duke of Edinburgh Bronze qualification in the jungle of Kota Tinggi where we held our overnight expedition - awful two days, dehydrated, bitten to buggery by mosquitos and tics while our sleeping ponchos collected rain water during the night and we lay there expecting to die with endless insects crawling down the trees to see what was on the menu. The rain made our wood sodden so we couldn’t light a fire to boil the stream water to make it sterile. Drank it as was and ended up with an infection that had me off school for two weeks with a fever of 104f and a throat so sore I could hardly drink water.

Great times though, flown to Pulao Tioman as bogus air scouts by a mate’s squadron leader RAF father for a four night stay as the only European folk on what was then a desert island. Practically lived independently of my parents who gave me sufficient pocket money to travel the island at the weekend to see mates and get up to all sorts of mischief, each claiming to be overnighting at someone else’s house while we stayed out all night at the Paya Lebar airport drinking in the bar.

The Chinky staff at the various base club bars at Seletar and Changi served us frozen Tiger draught lager at $2 a pint supplemented by a shared bottle of Tolleys brandy which would fortify us to hit the youth club dances and see if we could get ourselves that elusive ‘finger’, losing our cherries was a holy grail none expected to find. The RAF musicians would double up on dance nights as pop groups playing the hits of the day and were great to bop to, and then by 1030 hrs we would stagger outside and throw up the beer and brandy.

Ah happy days.

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here we go. sir rowley birkin off on one again.

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Annnnyyyyyyywwwwwaaaaayyyy getting back to belly aching about the country you chose to retire in.