Here you can see how difficult this section would have been – especially in the wet season – almost impossible at yet here it is
Vegetables and fruit are grown on every flat surface available, protected and shadowed by the steep mountain ranges
This is it – the famous bridge!
We all gather at the Bridge at the river Kwai and walk along the tracks to appreciate the many sacrifices made to build it and take in the view. A floating restaurant, temples and accommodation line the banks – a kind of tribute to those who come to pay their respects.. It is such a privilege to be here and see what an amazing feat of engineering this railway to Burma is and very sobering to know the losses of human lives involved.
We catch the train on this historic railway that will take us passed the farming areas and scenery that is so picturesque, so rich and green with a back drop of a mountain range which adds another dimension.
As we reach the steepest part of the track the train slows to just 20 k’s ph – on one side is the river and on the other the rock face so close you cannot put your hand outside of the train without brushing against it – all which has been cut into by shear hard labour. How did they do it?
We come to a cave where the prisoners had to walk back to after a full days work with little respite from the intense heat – even inside the cave is hot, smelly and humid.
We head back to our accommodation a little quieter than usual. It is pleasant change to stop at the Sai Yok Noi Waterfall, a tranquil place to rest and gather our thoughts – again I am reminded of the beauty of this part of the country as opposed to the cruelty inflicted to make it even possible that I can be here.
Words can’t really express the emotions you go through just standing here.
We had to hit the road early today so we headed for breakfast. You need to be care ful what you ask for as I wanted poached eggs on toast – instead of the usual fried. Out came one boiled egg cut in half with 2 slices of toast – it looked crazy sitting on my plate! It makes everyone laugh but it did still taste good. We spend 8 hours in the bus only stopping for petrol, food and other necessities. We do enjoy some road side pineapples – you really haven’t eaten pineapple until you have it like this, so sweet, so juicy and so delicious. Some beans in their pods are hanging up called Sathur Beans used when cooking meat or prawns in soup. they are quite strong and like asparagus comes out in your urine the next day.
When we reach kanchanaburi we go to the first of the cemeteries from the building of the Burma railway – The Kanchanaburi War Cemetary 1939 – 1945. It is very hard to see all the graves and how young the soldiers were – so far from their homelands representing many different countries. A sobering fact is that 15,000 POW’s died but 100,000 civilians from Thailand and Burma also died building the railway – something I learned today.
We head out to dinner and our driver shares his soup with me – just a very small bowl but boy does it pack some punch – very soon I am red in the face asking for a milkshake. Thank goodness it didn’t take too long to cool my mouth down but I won’t trust him again!
A couple of days ago I saw some pink eggs at a market and asked if they were for girls or something but these special eggs are put into mud for 100 days taken out and then washed and cooked. Inside they are black and apparently go well with beer! They are coloured pink so as not to get them mixed up with the fresh ones.