It was hard to visit The Bridge Over The River Kwai, Kanchanaburi, Thailand, without being deeply moved and saddened by its history.
On arrival I checked into a room floating on the river, mostly for the novelty factor but it was rather grim but fairly apt given the location. The room stank of sewage, crawled with cockroaches and rocked sickeningly every time one of the floating restaurants and karaoke cruises powered past.
After one night on my floating hell I moved into a tiny painted hut, or shed, on the river banks which was really rather quaint and much less nauseating. That evening I took a water taxi up the river to the bridge to watch the annual light and sound show depicting the bombing of the bridge and a brief history of the bridge’s construction (given…
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