During our tour around Kanchanaburi we stopped at Death Railway, (where I nearly took a tumble to my own death) a cave where they stored bodies of POWs who died constructing the railway (it now houses a huge Buddha statue); and the Bridge on the River Kwai. The views were incredible. The tranquility of the water, coupled with the lush greenery and clear blue skies, it’s a most peaceful place. Ols says it’s the type of place where you buy some land, build a house, make homemade bread and just relax.
As for the nightlife in Kanchanaburi, its not half bad, though you never get used to the older men who are running around with their young local women. Things were no different at Blue Jeans, a dive bar that had a Thai cover band playing American music. They were great, but the creepy man across from us wasn’t. We saw him talking to the waiter and pointing at us. My first reaction was to say “Is that man trying to ‘select’ us?” Ols said I was overreacting, but I don’t think so. She said he probably just wanted to buy us drinks, which he did. But by the second round my thoughts changed to, is he trying to drug us? Are these drinks safe?” He came over to introduce himself before I could finish my thoughts. I assumed he was a veteran since he was missing a leg and three fingers, but I otherwise have no basis for saying so. After he told me he had been living in Thailand for 13 years, I told him the music was too loud to maintain a conversation. He hobbled off eventually, almost tumbling right on to me as he was getting up. In his defense, we were sitting in tight quarters, and he was trying to move the various stools about with his crutches.
Lastly, the food wasn’t as good as it was in Bangkok. One restaurant we went to had hundreds of geckos crawling across the ceiling and cats, which one nasty western patron (local girlfriend in tow) kept feeding (and licking his fingers thereafter). I didn’t want to stay but Ols – again– said I was overreacting, two people had recommended it to us. Well, it turned out I wasn’t. Our food came out – spring rolls, spare ribs, Pad Thai, Pad See-Ew – **halleluiah hands** – we were hungry. However our joy was short-lived because as I was scooping soy sauce out of a sauce dish, no sooner did I find myself with a spoon in my hand, and a roach, whose leg was caught on the spoon, dangling over my plate. PEOPLE!!! What if I had never looked inside the dish? What if I had stopped after the first scoop? Thank God for that extra scoop, for it exposed the Jolly Frog for what it really was. How could a place called the Jolly Frog be reputable anyway. My takeaway: Always trust your instinct.