Right, I'm a bit behind now and wrote this section before the island Christmas special, just to confuse things and mess with the timeline! We arrived back in Bangkok at 5:30 in the morning with a couple of days left in country. We first scoured the tailors looking for dresses for Amy, there being a plethora of shops offering custom made items for a fraction of the UK cost. Eventually she decided that there was no real immediate
use for a frock, I thought the same when considering a suit (my university interview suit is still going strong after all!), and so we moved onto the next job. We confirmed our flights to Christchurch, bought a few little gifts and had a power nap; nothing much to write home about. Eager not to j
ust waste our time, we booked a tour of the area surrounding the infamous bridge over the river Kwai for the following day. First stop was an allied war cemetery, row upon row of headstones set in an immaculately maintained garden, followed by the death railway museum. This graphically detailed the plight of the 60,000 PoW's who were involved in the construction of the bridge and onward railway line which was designed to transport munitions
and men into Burma for the Japanese offensive on that front. Approximately half of the men were British, the others being Australian, Dutch, Canadian and American; and around 16,000 died in its construction. To lighten the mood, the next stop was a less than impressive waterfall but Amy and I decided to walk into the hills for an hour, visiting the source of the river and letting the small fish f
ound in the pools nibble all of the hard skin from our feet (in Bangkok the charge for this "fish feet massage" is 100Bt/2 pounds for 10 minutes). Finally, before the long 3 hour drive back to the city, we rode a train along the railway for an hour, admiring the countryside as we went. Our final excursion was not to see a ping pong show (if you don't know best not google) but instead we were
pummeled for an hour having a Thai massage. relaxing it was not but it did a good job of invigorating mostly unused muscles and we were pleased not to come away with any bruises. And that's it, a taxi took us to the airport the following morning to end our 6 month Asian adventure.....
Right, I'm a bit behind now and wrote this section before the island Christmas special, just to confuse things and mess with the timeline! We arrived back in Bangkok at 5:30 in the morning with a couple of days left in country. We first scoured the tailors looking for dresses for Amy, there being a plethora of shops offering custom made items for a fraction of the UK cost. Eventually she decided that there was no real immediate 
use for a frock, I thought the same when considering a suit (my university interview suit is still going strong after all!), and so we moved onto the next job. We confirmed our flights to Christchurch, bought a few little gifts and had a power nap; nothing much to write home about. Eager not to j
ust waste our time, we booked a tour of the area surrounding the infamous bridge over the river Kwai for the following day. First stop was an allied war cemetery, row upon row of headstones set in an immaculately maintained garden, followed by the death railway museum. This graphically detailed the plight of the 60,000 PoW's who were involved in the construction of the bridge and onward railway line which was designed to transport munitions 
and men into Burma for the Japanese offensive on that front. Approximately half of the men were British, the others being Australian, Dutch, Canadian and American; and around 16,000 died in its construction. To lighten the mood, the next stop was a less than impressive waterfall but Amy and I decided to walk into the hills for an hour, visiting the source of the river and letting the small fish f
ound in the pools nibble all of the hard skin from our feet (in Bangkok the charge for this "fish feet massage" is 100Bt/2 pounds for 10 minutes). Finally, before the long 3 hour drive back to the city, we rode a train along the railway for an hour, admiring the countryside as we went. Our final excursion was not to see a ping pong show (if you don't know best not google) but instead we were
pummeled for an hour having a Thai massage. relaxing it was not but it did a good job of invigorating mostly unused muscles and we were pleased not to come away with any bruises. And that's it, a taxi took us to the airport the following morning to end our 6 month Asian adventure.....
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