The Polo Club
As I wandered through the abandoned halls of the former polo club, my mind was consumed with visions of what once was. What if Salvador Dali and M.C. Escher had collaborated on the design of a house? This site, with its opulent architectural design, was the embodiment of that very question. The grandeur of the buildings, now decaying and overrun by nature, was a haunting reminder of the splendor that once existed within these walls.
The club, opened in 1993, operated for only a few short years before its closure. The reasons for its downfall remain a mystery, but one can only assume that the competition from more famous polo stadiums in nearby cities played a role. The indoor arena, the facades, the multi-level stables, and the bar area on the second floor were the highlights of my visit. But as I walked the grounds, it was clear that the property had been divided, sold off piece by piece to neighboring construction sites and businesses.
The rear of the grounds was home to a large mansion-like structure, which I believe once served as a hotel. I could almost hear the sounds of hooves on the fields, the cheers of the crowd and the clinking of glasses in the bar. But now, the silence was deafening, broken only by the calls of the aggressive soi dogs and the rustling of the overgrown foliage.
As I left the club, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for what once was and what could have been. The beauty of the club, now lost to time, will forever remain a mystery, much like the pages of an unopened book.
Read MoreThe club, opened in 1993, operated for only a few short years before its closure. The reasons for its downfall remain a mystery, but one can only assume that the competition from more famous polo stadiums in nearby cities played a role. The indoor arena, the facades, the multi-level stables, and the bar area on the second floor were the highlights of my visit. But as I walked the grounds, it was clear that the property had been divided, sold off piece by piece to neighboring construction sites and businesses.
The rear of the grounds was home to a large mansion-like structure, which I believe once served as a hotel. I could almost hear the sounds of hooves on the fields, the cheers of the crowd and the clinking of glasses in the bar. But now, the silence was deafening, broken only by the calls of the aggressive soi dogs and the rustling of the overgrown foliage.
As I left the club, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for what once was and what could have been. The beauty of the club, now lost to time, will forever remain a mystery, much like the pages of an unopened book.
