The end of the line
Dulcie’s Great Uncle Jack was held as a PoW in Burma during WWII so it seemed only fitting for us to take a pilgrimage toward the Burmese border before leaving Thailand to visit the Bridge on the River Kwai and the infamous “Death Railway”. We took a ride on the train but just before reaching the last station the train stopped due to some rocks on the line. We leaned out of the window to take a look just in time to see trees disappearing down the embankment ahead as a disturbingly large landslide rolled across the tracks blocking the way completely! The local staff said the recent heavy monsoon rains were the cause but I think Great Uncle Jack and his buddies had done some clever sabotage that had only just taken effect. So, sixty four years after the allied bombings blocked the railway, it’s closed again. Here’s Dulcie on the famous bridge…
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Me too, mee tooo! I been there!! Had lunch in a caff a stone’s throw from the bridge. Shortly afterwards, walking through Kanchanaburi we got soaked and covered in talc as part of the Thai new year celebrations. Or so they told us…