Bridge on the River Buffalo

So finally back out on the road as it where after leaving around 10am for what would be a 2 hour bus journey...just to get to the other side of Bangkok.

Bridge

Hopping on another bus bound for Kanchanaburi (well at least some guy at the bus station said it was) it would be another few hours drive before arriving at the town most famous for a certain bridge on the River Kwai.

Choosing a guest house down by the river, though hard to find one that ain't, I walked along the main tourist strip in town lined with bars, restaurants, Internet places and other such traveling hang outs though there was a distinct lack of other travelers to fill them.

Bridge on the River Kwai

That changed some what on arriving at the famous bridge where what seemed like a small army of Japanese day trippers had just arrived but perhaps given the place a more authentic atmosphere given the bridges former owner. The bridge itself is just that, a bridge, but knowing the history behind it and the thousands of allied POWs and even more Indochinese labourers that died building it, it manages to easily hold your attention.

In town was meant to be a pretty good museum all about the bridge and its history but instead I ended up the WW2 museum which contained some of the most queer collection of memorabilia in one place with the section about the bridge appearing more comical than factual. One such exhibit included a model of the bridge being bombed with paper-mache bodies lying around with accompanying text using such terms as 'the bodies lay higgedly piggedly beneath the bridge'.

Choo Choo

Checking out a few of the local watering holes in the evening the lack of other people was even more apparent with most places have staff outnumbering customers which although you always appreciate it when a place is not overrun with other foreigners more that a couple would not go amiss.

Train

Train on The Bridge on the River Kwai