I stubbed my toe on the bridge over the river kwai

Dammit. I walked across that crazy bridge I've heard about for some time. As I walked, I jammed my little toe on a steel bolt. My toe immediately bled. It was odd thinking about how the bridge just took my blood, just as it took the blood and lives of thousands of P.O.W.'s in its contruction. My grandfather was there as a POW as well. He was one of the lucky ones to survive. But maybe it wasn't lucky...for the first time I learned of the horrific conditions faced by the POWs in detail, lots of drawings by the POW's themselves and some photos. I believe my granfather was haunted by these memories for the rest of his life. I barely knew him, as he died when i was very young. But I heard he resisted any talk about those times.

I'll put up pics a little later. Another emotional day. This town is very nice though, great night market and no one really hassles you since its much less touristy than the rest of the places in Thailand. We'll head back to Bangkok for our final days tomorrow.

Tim