By The Kwai

A coach is driving along a motorway towards Bangkok and a window is randomly smashed throwing shards of glass over two of the passengers. That'll be me and Tom then.


With that coach journey from Surat Thani preceded by a minibus from Railay and followed by a bus to Kanchanaburi it was a long day and night. The bus didn't stop for the window incident, we brushed off the glass at a rest stop and carried on as if nothing had happened.


So after all the beaches we've finally done something a bit different, Kanchanaburi has it's place in history as the location on the Death Railway of the bridge over the River Kwai. Three museums, two cave temples, two war cemeteries isn't a bad cultural haul for three days work, getting round some of them by bicycle.


Our disinterest in a taxi from the bus station secured a good price, with the driver then pulling the age old stunt of trying to drop us at his mates guest house away from where we wanted to go. We're not going to get tricked by that sort of thing while I'm sitting in the back with a map.


In book news "Out Of Africa" has finally gone, traded in against a Stephen Fry number. Which I've now finished too because it was a good read.


Food and drink are the cheapest we've seen yet in Thailand so we've dining well. Note the picture of Tom with a whole chicken, only the feet were missing. It came with the best ever fries, a large Chang and change from the equivalent of ₤3. This sort of thing makes Tom very happy.

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