Kanchanaburi

It's been many years since we've been to Thailand. Our last visit in 2011 was really memorable...especially staying in  a very remote village and visiting the wetlands in Pathalung.
This time we went because my dad requested us to come along to keep mum company while he played golf. I'm glad we went.

Never did it cross my mind to visit Kanchanaburi but there we were, on the first day taking a 2 hour train journey along the Thailand-Burma railway ( Death Railway)  from Kanchanaburi to Nam Tok. The day was hot and humid, only an old fan blowing in our carriage. We sat on wooden benches watching fields of sugar cane and tapioca, rice fields, and villages pass by. In the carriage, vendors walked by every few minutes selling banana pancakes, Thai goodies, drinks and dried produce. The train went over the bridge of River Kwai, passed many towns and finally slowed down as we rolled along the Wang Po viaduct, a long bridge that hugs a cliff on one side and the river Kwai on the other. We learnt that thousands and thousands died building this railway.



Second day we visited the Thai Burma Railway Centre and the Kanchanaburi War Cemetery
I highly recommend the Thai Burma Railway Centre. We learnt a lot of history there, and both Nel and Jo were intrigued by every picture and poster in that museum.

We also visited a waterfall at Nam Tok, and then spent two days in Bangkok where we shopped at Platinum mall, and walked a night street where Jo got her hair braided with blue and purple strands of yarn.
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Something  I posted on FB about a funny moment in Kanchanaburi...

 "We were walking on a street in Kanchanaburi when it began raining heavily. Taking shelter in a provision shop we tried to get a taxi home, but almost every public transport (truck n bike) that stopped by had wet seats. So for the sake of my mum, dear hubby went to the shop owner n asked if they could get us a cab. But unfortunately, hubby doesn't speak Thai, and the shop owner doesn't speak English at all. 

So dear husband, with big gestures said to the shop owner, "I want taxi, car...taxi...cover, no wet."
The shop owner smiled, and imitating hubby's big gestures said, "Ahh,..ok, taxi..." (motioning a big covered roof). 

A few minutes later, our COVERED taxi arrived....still a bike, but covered with plastic!! hahaha. :) What a fun, cramped, bumpy ride it was, mixed with occasional splashes of water from puddles and rain!! Haha :D 

Our Covered taxi.  :D

Our unforgettable bumpy, very tight, splashy fun ride!

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