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| First, they got a bath. |
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| Then came breakfast. |
I never saw the dogs get anything in the morning (they did later), but that didn’t stop them from hoping that they might!
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| It appeared that everything on the rafts came by way of that bridge. |
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| We would go up stream to the last raft, hop in and float to the end. The current was VERY swift! |
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| Which is why I almost lost this! |
But I didn’t! I ran down the floating hotel from one raft to another until I was able to grab it. Yep, I was the afternoon entertainment that day. I think I’ll be in a lot of scrapbooks in Holland under the heading: crazy lady running after a little green plastic tub.
And what was in that green little tub? This wonderful smelling something that the Mon people put on their skin to protect them from the sun and mosquitoes.
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| We all gave it a try. |
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| Here I am with my new friend from Holland. |
Then we went to Hellfire’s Pass . . .
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| The story |
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| The memorial |
Japanese soldiers burned fires on the top of the walls as the POWs and Asian “slaves” worked chipping away the hard rock.
The hellfires were meant to keep the mosquitoes away.
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| There were many of these little plastic flowers placed throughout the memorial. |
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| And then it was time to leave our floating hotel. |
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| I found the motors fascinating. |
No, I don’t know how they work, but I just like the way they look.
Our trip concluded with an hour-long ride on the very tracks which cost so many lives.
And with that, the sky began to fall. Fitting, don’t you think?
