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More of the photos of the west.

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Kamphaeng Phet and the narrow isthmus providing a sort of beach.

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These are the bricks I was talking about earlier. It seems a lot of the “ancient sites” utilized red brick technology. I thought it kind of took away from the appearance of age when it looked like stuff I see walls and fireplaces made out of today. The “Made in China” stamps on the bottom of the bricks were also a giveaway.

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Another temple. Sorry, but you go to Thailand, this is what you get. What are you going to do, not take a photo. I was cutting back to a photo after every 50 temples or so.

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Amo getting new running gear in Chinat. New chain and sprockets 550B.

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The “new” Bridge over the river Kwai. The original was bamboo and wood but it was blown up pretty quickly.

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Now its pretty much a tourist trap. There is really nothing to see that signifies its importance, but still nice to get to see the actual place where something happened. It will be another movie situation where I will get to say, I was there.

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You can walk across or ride a little tourist train.

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An old Chinese cemetery.

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I liked this headstone as there was a picture of the young fellow. Looks the same as if he were alive today. That is what drives me, here today gone tomorrow.

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This is the allied cemetary.

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This was only a small portion of the people who died building the bridge.

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The Three Pagodas at the Burma border.

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This was an interesting fellow. On my way to Bangkok I got lost and was in nowhere land. You can tell you are lost when there is no longer any signs with English. It was a main road that went on a long way. There was maybe one turnoff every couple of kilometers and they led off to dirt road accesses to farms. It was very barren and I actually got a bit worried that I truly might make it to Burma if I kept going to wherever this road would take me. Eventually I came to a slightly busy intersection where there were a few roadside carts. I stopped and chose this colorfully dressed fellow as I was really doubting the chances of finding a English speaker to help with directions. Surprisingly, he spoke pretty good English. He was a colorful character as he was a radio DJ, a columnist in the local paper (he handled the spiritual/horoscope section), and ran a little drink stand with his wife. We had a good chat and he pointed me in the right direction. I was off course by about 30kms, but it turned out to be worth the detour. I got a newspaper with his column, an autograph, and info on all the must sees around the area.



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