At the Races in Bangkok

On a Sunday afternoon, an American traveller discovers a favourite Thai pastime: racing horses at the Royal Turf Club.

Aug 8, 2013
  • Spectators at the Royal Turf Club of Thailand in Bangkok
  • Horse racing at the Royal Turf Club in Bangkok, Thailand
  • Jockey at a horse race in Bangkok, Thailand
  • The Red and Golf Roof of the Marble Temple in Bangkok, Thailand
  • Horses racing around the track at the Royal Turf Club in Bangkok, Thailand
  • Horse Racing at the Royal Turf Club in Bangkok, Thailand
Every other Sunday, thousands of spectators come to watch the races at the Royal Turf Club of Thailand.
Photography Justin Catanoso
Competitors race around a grass track lined with blooming rose bushes.
Photography Justin Catanoso
A jockey prepares for his next race.
Photography Justin Catanoso
Just beyond the track is the Marble Temple, a royal construction revered for its ornate architecture.
Photography Justin Catanoso
Gambling is taboo in Thailand, except when it comes to horse racing.
Photography Justin Catanoso
The grandstand swells with a roar as the horses hit the home stretch.
Photography Justin Catanoso

The Thai lady with lofty cheekbones and a crooked smile has a tip for us. Here at the Royal Turf Club of Thailand, a fabled horse racing track in Bangkok, we stand out amid the thousands of locals as perhaps the only Americans. She marks us as high rollers in the crowded concourse. She is a bookie: sassy and insistent. As she offers advice on her favourites to win the next race, she pops a fried beetle into her mouth and chases it with whiskey and soda water from a plastic cup.

Bangkok on a Sunday afternoon. This is the real deal.

I’m not much of a gambler, even though I grew up near the casinos of Atlantic City. I’d rather spend my money on travel and bet that such experiences will change my life more than any lucky streak at a craps table. So, here I am with my wife in Bangkok. It’s the first time in Asia for both of us, but we have expert guides: Emilia, our 24-year-old daughter, who is teaching English north of Bangkok; and Ian, her friend and fellow teacher, a young guy with a bottomless desire for adventure. He speaks Thai, too.

Naturally, we explore Wat Pho with its endless array of golden Buddhas. We wander Khao San Road with its scruffy appeal to Western backpackers. We tuk-tuk. We eat fiery Thai cuisine. We are, for most of the weekend, typical tourists.

But on Sunday, Emilia and Ian promise, we won’t be.

“I love reading Bukowski,” says Ian, explaining his affinity for the track by way of the besotted American novelist. “He always writes about going to the horse races and drinking a lot of whiskey and chain-smoking. It’s totally cool.”

The locals must think so, too. Gambling is taboo throughout Thailand. But horse racing, introduced by the Britons a century ago, gets a pass. Every other Sunday in the Dusit district, the grandstand of the Royal Turf Club fills up with Thai men. They bury their heads in their racing guides and peer through binoculars to confirm their hunches. They smoke and drink.

Ian goes to the rail to study the horses. He’s channeling Bukowski with a smoke in one hand, a whiskey in the other. I hang behind him, taking in the scene. The lush grass track is bordered by a row of blooming rose bushes. The infield has ponds, palm trees and a par-3 golf course. The jockeys in their colourful silks look young enough to be my daughter’s middle school students. And, as if to emphasize that we’re a long way from Churchill Downs, the peaked rooflines of the lavish Marble Temple shimmer in red just beyond the first turn.

Ian waves Emilia over. He’s been going over the pre-race odds on the lighted scoreboard. He likes what he sees. How about a trifecta? Emilia’s in. They pool their baht. I don’t gamble, remember, but this looks like fun.

At the betting window, a Thai lady happily greets Emilia and Ian. They need to predict the first three finishers in the right order. They bet every combination of their top three picks and hand over their baht. The lady’s young daughter makes change, counting out in English.

Back in the grandstand, the race starts. The horses and riders look like distant blurs until they hit the home stretch. The grandstand swells with a roar as the horses rumble toward us. The Thai men come to their feet, their racing guides rolled tightly in their fists. Emilia is jumping up and down. Ian calmly drags on his smoke, but his widening grin belies his Bukowski cool. As the horses cross the finish line, he raises his arms over his head.

First. Second. Third. Trifecta. Emilia and Ian disappear to collect their winnings.

My wife pours me a whiskey and soda water as my heart rate starts to ebb. Maybe I need to rethink this gambling thing.


4 Comments about At the Races in Bangkok

  1. Eugene says:

    hi, may I know how to contact your racing club stable. i’m selling racing horses.

    pls reply. thanks and regards

  2. J.C.SO says:

    Dear Sir,

    How are you?
    I am Second Secretary of Economic & Commercial Section of DPR Korea Embassy in Bangkok.
    I am interested in the horse racing. If you let me know the details of your service charges or fees including the fee for entrance and fee for recreational facilities, I would be very grateful.
    Looking forward to your soon reply,

    Thanks & Best regards,

    • Kelly Neubeiser says:

      Dear Mr. J.C.SO,

      I hope this finds you well. Thank you so much for your comment! The best way to have your questions answered is to contact the Royal Turf Club in Bangkok directly. They do not have a website but their phone number is: +66 (0)2 628 1810-5.

      I hope this helps! Thanks again for reading.

      Kind regards,

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