Monday, March 31, 2008
Down to the River
Train in Vain
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The Yongvanich Clan
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Paved with Good Intentions?
Along the trail, I saw bridge abutments built by hand, bomb craters left by Allied attacks, and a station point with a double row of ballast indicating where trains could pull over to let another pass in the opposite direction. Note that there are no rails, though, because this section of the railway was dismantled after
The following image shows one of the hills that had to be spanned by a bridge. The stairs on the right (installed for museum visitors) should give an idea of scale.
Towards the end of the construction, drills were brought in to speed up the process, but most of the cuttings were done by two-man teams hammering a spike into the rock by hand to create a hole deep enough for dropping in dynamite. After the explosion, they would have to clear the rumble by lifting the rocks into small railway cars and pushing them manually to be dumped. The reason this section of the railway was referred to as
Along the walk, I listened to the audio commentary, which discussed the horrible conditions for the laborers and POWs, including lack of food and clean water, disease, and cruel treatment by the guards.
By the time I finished the return hike and got back to the bottom of the stairs to return to the museum, I realized I had only eaten a few bites of food today, so I ate some more of my PowerBar and drank the last of my liter of water. It was now 12:30pm, the heat of the day and I had been hurrying along the trail at a good pace, knowing that I had to catch that bus. As I began climbing the stairs, suddenly a wall of weakness and exhaustion hit me and it took me about 15 minutes to climb the 10 or so flights of stairs. You forget how lack of fuel can affect your body. I am not usually so absent-minded as to forget to eat prior to a hike and usually I bring more water.
As stupid as it was for me to undertake a hike with such poor preparation, I finally had at least a little appreciation for what these laborers and POWs went through. I had hiked 8km in 2.5 hours, twisting my ankle several times on the gravelly terrain, constantly swatting at bugs even though I was covered in deet, hungry from having eaten only half of a PowerBar, thirsty from having had only a liter of water, and weary from the midday heat and humidity even in the dry season. Then I thought of these men, swarmed with bugs in the rainy season with no protection and little clothing to cover them, fending off diseases like malaria and cholera, walking on sharp stones and uneven terrain with poor or no shoes, parched for lack of clean drinking water, starving because they were fed only a few small clumps of rice twice per day (1/4 needed to sustain men of this size, let alone physical laborers), hiking as far as I had just as their daily commute (sometimes as much as 6km each way over large hills), but then they had to work 12-16 hours doing hard labor such as hammering spikes, carrying rocks and timbers, felling trees, and laying rails. As I lay on a bench outside the museum, too exhausted to move, I thought of the anguish of feeling this way and worse for more than a year, with not a day off unless you were too ill to move. At this point, rather than just thinking this was a sad point in history as I had for the last few days, I finally truly appreciated the plight of these men.
That afternoon, I rode the fruits of their labor, on a portion of the railway that is still in service from Nam Tok to Kanchanaburi. The scenery is beautiful and I will let the pictures do the talking now…
Friday, March 28, 2008
My New Pet
What do you think of my new pet? Isn’t he cute?
Mom, can I keep him? I've always wanted one!
Uh, oh! Now he’s mad!
So, to explain… There is a place in Kanchanaburi called
Are these real live (meaning deadly) tigers? Well, when these look like this…
(Don't you want to just curl up with him?)
Or this…
(Is he dead?)
…you might think the answer is no, but then they get mad...
Look at those teeth! (And the huge chain around his neck.)
I think he is mad because of this… (I would be mad if someone pulled on my tailbone.)
And look at the muscles on this guy’s shoulder. You don’t stand a chance if something goes wrong.
And one more gratuitous tiger picture, simply because they are one of my favorites…
Maybe this one is more my size…
There are also some other animals in the park. While the tigers are kept in a tightly secured enclosure (we hope), other animals such as peacocks, chickens, goats, and boar roam free through the park. But there was one animal that captured my heart. This poor deer is literally resting his chin on the front gate, peering out. I am sure he barely sleeps with the roars of the tigers so close and I bet he is thinking, “Sweet freedom! If only the security guard will step away for a minute, I can escape.” My heart went out to this little guy.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Today's History Lesson
When I was in high school, my ninth grade US History teacher got sick, delaying the weekly lesson plans, such that by the end of the year we had only had three days of actually instruction on WWII. But from what I could gather at the museum, here is my best account of the events leading up to the building of the railway and the events that transpired in its creation. History buffs can feel free to correct me; I make no claims about my knowledge of history.
quickly added European and Australian POWs from
The labor was backbreaking. The laborers were manually leveling the ground, carrying rocks to build up railbeds and bridge abutments, carving passageways through solid rock with hammer and spike, cutting trees for timbers, building bridges, and laying ties and rails. The original plan called for five years to construct the railway, but the schedules were accelerated such that the railway was completed in 16 months. The Japanese soon sent more POWs from
While
The Japanese cruelty occurred in part because of a system that allowed anyone to apply corporal punishment to anyone of a lower rank. As pressure mounted to finish the railway, the beatings became more severe down through the ranks and were subsequently passed on to the POWs, often through Korean guards who had been taken into the lower ranks of the Japanese Army. The guards were often cruel in their treatment of the POWs. As one of the museum placards commented, “No army uses their best soldiers to guard prisoners.”
After
The railway records were preserved because a British Lieutenant Colonel, who happened to be a railroad buff, walked into the railroad’s office in Kanchanaburi the day after the surrender and began to run the railroad. Keeping the railroad running was critical to transporting POWs to freedom and for recovering graves to deposit in a central cemetery.
In the end, about 90,000 Asian laborers and 12,000 POWs perished in the building of the railroad. Most of the western nations lost about 20% of their POWs in this region.
I think a lot of people think that we will never again see a nation (or two) trying to take over the world. But remember that this only happened 60 years ago. This is not ancient history.
After the museum, I visited the Allied War Cemetery, which has graves of a portion of the POWs from
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sheridan's in the Kitchen with Satan (This is No Time for Folk Singing)
Our instructor, Noi, bought various fruits and snacks for us to try so that we would become more adventurous when we visit the market. We then saw the fruits, vegetables, herbs, meats, and chilis that we would use in our cooking, as well as live fish, pig’s heads, frogs, rabbits, locusts, and eels. If you are a queasy reader, you should skip to the end of the post now, because I am about to show some of those items for those that care to see it. I know it may seem gross, but it is also interesting. They really use all parts of the animal. This first picture shows a variety of dried shrimp, followed by images of live fish, butchered chicken (notice all parts are there for sale), pig's heads, and finally a fruit stand. (Queasies should page down, peering through squinted eyes, until they see fruit.)
Then we arrived at a brand new outdoor kitchen that the guesthouse had recently installed in their new location.
Noi began by demonstrating how to cook each dish, while we watched and took notes. We tasted her food so we would know what it SHOULD taste like and then we set to cooking each dish ourselves. In this manner, we made four dishes: Chicken Pad Thai, Tom Kha Goong (Coconut Soup with Prawns), Penang Curry (my favorite), and Sweet and Sour Stir Fry. The picture below shows the last three items starting in the lower left and going clockwise.
Now I bet you are wondering when I will cook for you. It will cost you, my friends!
(As always, I should explain the reference in the title. It is a pair of lines from my favorite episode of Cheers.)
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
If everybody else was walking across a working railroad bridge…
As a child, I recall my parents asking this question, or a more common variant, when I wanted to do something that all of my friends were doing. My answer to the question was always a labored and sullen, “No” followed by the requisite period of pouting and moping, the duration of which was determined by how desperately I wanted to engage in the forbidden activity.
Well, today, the answer to that question was, “Yes.” After all, it was the Bridge on the River Kwai, made famous by the movie of the same name. And I also knew that the last train of the day had already passed, so there wasn’t much danger involved. Dozens of people were standing on the bridge, some venturing a few meters out, having their pictures taken as dusk approached. I, already knowing full well what I look like, had instead a different aim. My intent was to walk the length -- after all, I was there, wasn’t I?
Mind you, this was nothing at all like the scene in Stand By Me where the kids are stepping on the individual ties, trying to keep from falling through as the train bears down on them. This bridge has a steel plate between the rails for the length of the bridge, like so…
But just so it doesn’t seem completely boring, and to give my poor acrophobic mother a heart attack, here is what it looks like just off to the side…
… hope that there is no strong wind!
While not likely, you could fall and roll off the side, or more heartbreaking, drop your camera. But there are platforms along the way where one can pause to enjoy the scenery and take a break.
Walking the first few spans was relaxing and afforded some beautiful views of the river and surrounding countryside. About halfway across, it occurred to me just how high up I was and just how easy it might be to tumble off the side. This thought was aided by several people that wanted to pass in the other direction, but refused to wait for me to step aside. But past the halfway point, I was the only one out there, save but a few locals walking home across the bridge. I made it clear to the far end and enjoyed the quiet solitude and unspoiled views. Crossing back, I had seen the views, so was instead concentrating on returning to terra firma before darkness arrived. But hurrying across the bridge, while looking down to ensure you don’t trip, is vertigo inducing. I had to stop several times to regain my internal keel.
So, at this point, those that have seen the movie are thinking, “Isn’t the bridge supposed to be wooden?” Well, in reality, this location had both a wooden bridge and a steel one that was constructed months later. Both bridges were bombed several times by the Allies and rebuilt by the Japanese and their POW labor force. The curved sections of steel tresses are original and you might be able to spy some bomb-induced markings on the concrete supporting columns.
For some reason, I can’tstop whistling the “Colonel Bogey March”.
And here is one shot of the road to the bridge, which is where most of the guesthouses are located. I just loved the industrial street lights.
Your homework assignment: Rent and watch The Bridge on the River Kwai. It was a good film that earned seven Oscars and features a fine performance by Sir Alec Guinness.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Slice of Life
This is the Amulet Market where people buy religious talismans...
This is some men tiling the roof of a temple. Notice the tricky, angled scaffolding and apparent lack of harnesses...
A woman, a child, and three dogs on a bicycle is not uncommon. You often see an entire family (two adults and two children) on a motorcycle. I have even seen five people on a motorbike pulling a food cart. This is infinitely practical considering the cost of gas and cars, as well as the horrendous traffic. This woman was happy to show off her dogs to passersby. I guess I thought it was a little funny that the dogs ride up front and her daughter rides in the back.
There are a lot of tug boats pulling strings of barges up the river at 5pm...
Another practicality of life is that some people live on the barges, even if only temporarily. This barge was coming into Bangkok and as you can see, this person has just done the laundry.