Bridge over the river Kwai and Tigers
Well we are in Kanchanaburi sleeping in a hostel on (yes actually "on" its floating) the river kwai...we've met up with some lovely folk from the mother country who transported me yesterday on the back of a moped up to the tiger temple and right good fun it was indeed - somehow the monks have given the tigers some kind of enlightenment (could be drug induced you just dont know) and they sit around in a big cavern chilling out and trying not to growl- you could even call it meditating. Then you invite groups of tourists to go and stroke them...yup again when I manage to get photos on CD I will display you with some photos of me being a complete fool again (remember swimming with sharks) and stroking a tiger....sounds even dafter when you say it out loud "I'm stroking a tiger" all very odd but super cute and I can now confirm that like their little cousins I am allergic to tigers...holding off a sneeze when your inches away so you dont scare the little fellas is a pretty mean feat I can tell you.
Here they are:
One got a little annoyed by my stroking advances and decided to kick me...well at least he didn't eat me eh...I missed the procession due to an extreme case of thai belly and not being let back in - monks food I feel should be left to the monks themselves and not eaten by over zealous englishmen...I think its because I've got more hair than a monestry full of monks that beard envy struck and they devided to poison me. Anyway as the sun was setting we buzzed back at 120kmph (on the back of a 100 cc moped is no mean feat and involves precarious balancing and a deathwish) but Steve pulled it off and I lived to see the bridge over the river Kwai...yes that bridge - now if the POW's knew the death railway would be enjoyed so much by hoardes of tourists screaming with delight I dont think it would have lightened their mood....It certainly is a strange world we live in - I never quite can get my head around so many people having such a great time at the sites of great tragedy - but I suppose we did join in getting chased by the train off the bridge (all still wearing our crash helmets - we were quite a sight and became a spectacle itself especially as the train was only going about 1kmph) Anyway off to try and do some exploring today but I fear life on the river has induced both lethargy and illness (belly hurtie) so I must leave you now and dash to the loo byeee
Here they are:
One got a little annoyed by my stroking advances and decided to kick me...well at least he didn't eat me eh...I missed the procession due to an extreme case of thai belly and not being let back in - monks food I feel should be left to the monks themselves and not eaten by over zealous englishmen...I think its because I've got more hair than a monestry full of monks that beard envy struck and they devided to poison me. Anyway as the sun was setting we buzzed back at 120kmph (on the back of a 100 cc moped is no mean feat and involves precarious balancing and a deathwish) but Steve pulled it off and I lived to see the bridge over the river Kwai...yes that bridge - now if the POW's knew the death railway would be enjoyed so much by hoardes of tourists screaming with delight I dont think it would have lightened their mood....It certainly is a strange world we live in - I never quite can get my head around so many people having such a great time at the sites of great tragedy - but I suppose we did join in getting chased by the train off the bridge (all still wearing our crash helmets - we were quite a sight and became a spectacle itself especially as the train was only going about 1kmph) Anyway off to try and do some exploring today but I fear life on the river has induced both lethargy and illness (belly hurtie) so I must leave you now and dash to the loo byeee
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