The tigers didn’t get us, but the fish did!

After our latest brush with stripy nature we felt like kings of the jungle, so we opted for a stroll there visiting the nearby Erawan National Park featuring a set of stunning seven tiered waterfalls.

Unfortunately Grem wasn’t really in the best of moods to fully appreciate the scenery as she’d indulged in a little too much the night before, too much caffeine that is! After a couple of badly timed ice-teas over dinner she was up until 4 a.m. buzzing around the bedroom while I was sound asleep. Consequently she stumbled around the jungle in a lethargic stupor (anyone who knows our Gremelin will agree this is not an unusual occurrence anyway!) cursing everything and wishing she did actually have a hangover for at least then she’d have something worth complaining about! Hilarious for me of course!








After our short trek we decided to jump into one of the pools at the bottom of the lowest waterfall to cool off, having only been briefly warned by our chubby and somewhat effeminate tour guide as to what we might find lurking under the water. We jumped in realising that the water was teeming with hundreds of sizeable fish seemingly a bit narked off to be sharing their pond with us humans – so they decided to bite us to show their displeasure! Well, bite is perhaps a little strong but the sensation of being nibbled on the toes by hundreds of wild fish is a little disconcerting at the very least!





The rest of our day consisted of visiting the remainder of the sights around Kanchanaburi namely Hellfire Pass, the Death Railway and the bridge over the River Kwae (or Kwai as it was misspelled in the book/film). Starting at the museum at Hellfire Pass we learnt of the shocking history surrounding the torturous conditions under which the thousands of Allied POWs and Asian conscripts were forced to build the Thailand to Burma railway under the Japanese occupation during World War II. We then caught a train along a section of the old line, aptly named Death Railway by virtue of the sheer number of lives lost during it construction. Finally we stopped at the infamous bridge over the River Kwae, now fully restored and a fitting conclusion as a chilling reminder of the dark history the area around Kanchanaburi holds.

And, no I didn’t catch any fish.