201 Bridge Over the River Kwai

313-bridge-over-river-kwaiNothing ever stays the same. The bridge that our freind from Holland’s Father helped build was a wooden tressel. It’s now steel and has a little yellow train that’s also nothing like the originals either. Time heals all wounds. The Museum is also a bit cheesy but the graveyard with very real names and salutations from surviving relatives is very real and another very sad monument to mankind’s ignorance and violent tendencies.  

Jame’s Father was a survivor, so many weren’t.


413-river-kwai-palsGregg from England and A. K from Baharain became close friends. We each chose seperate adventures after the Bridge. Gregg hiked, A. K visited the Tiger Snctuary, we rode elephant.

Fast friends, a fun day.