Kickboxing on Thursday night. Teddy on the bridge on the River Kwai and myself with a killing machine at the Tiger Temple(both Friday).Since Thursday night Sab and I have gone deep diving into the Thai culture. On our various other trips to Thailand, Bangkok has been a transit stop between Hong Kong and Koh Samui. Seen that this was going to be the last time that either of us will travel here (but you never know) we thought we would see a few things that we didn't get around to last time either because we were tired or hungover.
Yesterday we traveled to the Bridge on the River Kwai. Now I enjoy reading about war and history. I have picked up these traits from my father along with a passion for sport and slightly blue humor (thanks to the BBC and the 'Carry On' for the last one). So I was really excited to see this piece of history that has a major influence on the Second World War. We were up just after 6 and at 7 were sleep walking into our van that had a capacity of 15.
On the bus there were Sab, myself and 13 Asians.
Now before you all raise the flag and say "hey that's a bit much there with that Asian call" you have to understand that Asians in general have an amazing capacity to fall asleep the second a vehicle starts moving. Not only do they sleep but they almost waltz around the cabin with a deft ablilty to suddenly straighten up (but continue sleeping) when their head comes into contact with any other person.]
This was our life for two hours yesterday. Not only were the other passengers waltzing away but our driver was having a serious crack at knocking Michael the Shoemaker off his perch at Ferrari. Add ot the fact it was raining and not all the speedos work in cars over here, i have no idea how fast we were going. If i had to guess i wouldn't be far off if i said we were travelling at Mach 1.7.
On our way to the bridge we stopped by the major war cemetary honouring mainly Australian and British soldiers who died on the railway. It was a very humbling experience to read the tombstones of the soldiers and see that even boys as young as 20 were being treated like dogs in this god awful environment. The cemetary was beautiful but the one tihng that runied it was an Asian family taking a group picture doing the stupid 'V' thing with their hands. To me it showed no respect for the men who are buried there.
By the time we reached the War Museum the sence of occasion was coming over me so i headed straight to the illegal DVD seller and purchased a copy of the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert to get me back on track. The adjoining War Museum looked more like my uncles old garage with a few more pictures hung up. It was musty and had old Jeeps and an old train cart showing how the prisinors were kept locked up during their time there. You really got the feeling that the Japanese were bastards and with the theory that "for every sleeper on the railway one person died" you can understand why it's called the "Death Railway."
The bridge itself is still in remarkable condition and is still used by the Thai Railways. Walking along it was a bit tricky as there was only a single track and people everywhere taking pictures and trying to remember why this bridge is so important. Walking along the bridge I really wished that i could have had my dad there with me as he would have loved to have been here.
After the bridge we went back into the van and blasted our way down to a floating restaurant out of town. Now the lunch was "buffet" style but this so called "buffet" considered on steamed rice and the choice of chicken with one freaky vegetable or chicken with an even more freaky vegetable. Sab and i felt that heartburn we gained in Myanmar come back for an encore as we had no other choice but to eat this food.
Afterwards we were ferried to a waterfall to have a bit of a play around but with the rain coming back it wasn't the best idea.
So i jumped in anyway. For a while no one else jumped in and i thought "umm is anyone going to join me?" Sab was out as she gained a cold in Singapore and the other western tourists seemed not to want to join me. I thought bugger it and swam around like a million dollar mermaid and had a bit of the climb up the rocks to the waterfall itself. It was amazing to be standing under these falls and letting the water flow all over you. I really really liked that.
Once again we were back on the bus and this time we had some westerners which made the trip less boring but we were on our way to the 'Tiger Temple' whereby Sab's smile couldn't be hidden. This was her highlight of the day where as mine was the Bridge. Sab loves tigers and even carries a little white one around with her called Kimba (it's her version of Teddy Richards) so to be up close and personal with these beasts of the jungle was going to be memorable.
I was taken by the hand by a large Thai guy and asked to sit behind the tiger and pat it. Now besides the whole taking me by the hand thing which took me by surprise but understandable as i would have skipped with him if it not meant getting eaten alive, I had to sit down and start stroking these beasts. Their fur was so smooth and you culd feel thier bones and muscles underneat, it felt wrong but right at the same time. Before we knew it i was ferried around the other tigers for more photos and two minutes after it started was finished.
We walked around hte grounds and saw peacocks, cows, pigs and horses just roaming free and easy and not disturbing the visitors at all. By the time we finished we were all pretty stuffed so we hopped on a train and then back into the van for another two hour busride back to Bangers. After we reached Kho Sahn Road we had some dinner and quickly checked our emails to see if Fiona (another teacher from Tin Shui Wai) had made it into town and quite possibly catch up. We had no luck with our emails but as we were walking back we ran into her which was fantastic. She had been on holidays with her sister and was going back to Honkers the next morning so we didn't really have a chance to sit down and chat as the three of us were stuffed. Hopefully we will catch up with her in Honkers.
Thursday night saw Elsee and Reg (the names we have given ourselves as we go to bed these days at the same time as grandparents) shuffle their way down to the Ratchadamoen Stadium fro some traditional Muay Thai Kickboxing. Now this arena is the "Madison Square Garden of Kickboxing: so we just had to go and see it. Sure it wasn't the Christmas Night 2004 Spectacle of Kickboxing we saw previously but there is something strange at the sight of teenage boys kicking each others heads in with the half capacity crowd hooting and cheering for more.
Sab and i watched it from the cheap seats which cost 1000 Baht which was a ripoff and a complete sham if you are a westerner as if you are a local you probably paid 300 or 400 baht for the same thing. Besides the high prices we watched the matches from behind a wire fence which immediatley took me back to the spectacle of "Mad Max 3 - Beyond Thunderdome." I was close to screaming "two men enter one man leaves" but i didn't decide to go through with it. After four fights and what seemed like an eternity our stomachs got the better of us and he headed back to the hotel where we ended up on our beds eating take-away and watching "Flashdance" on our DVD player.
Later today we areoff to Chiang Mai where the both of us are really looking forward to doing a 3 day Thai Massage course...as long as we don't have to massage each other because that would be gross.
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