Street Food, not our best idea.

We got up at 6am and got walking soon after to help avoid the heat of the day as much as possible. In doing so we missed having breakfast with the monks at Sai Yok Yai so had to grab some along the way. Wandering through a big village market and grabbing BBQed snacks, we tell ourselves we'll find a proper breakfast on the road, which we do! The food was even prompt, a change in Thailand where the wait for a meal can get quite impressive to Europeans. We press on and fast forward a few hours we're already at Sai Yok town, where we stop for iced coffee, Aaron even gets an ice cream!

A pleasant day so far right? 20 minutes after our break we pull up again for another, why not? But in the time it took for a coffee order, Nic's eye is bright red and burning with something in there and Aaron is violently throwing up on the driveway whilst Cris calmly eats peanuts and makes a phone call. Eventually the coffee girl has had enough and calls her brother, who says he'll deliver us to a hospital. In hindsight he probably regrets this, or at least his vomit stained dashboard does...

The hospital is brilliant and sets Nic up to a half an hour saline eye wash out, whilst Aaron dies in the waiting room. When Cris gets bored of mocking Aaron's decision to have ice cream, he heads off to find us accommodation, Aaron is in no state to walk.

By the time the saline drip is done, Nic isn't looking too well either. A nurse kindly drops us off at the hotel (These people! Too nice!) and Nic joins in the vomiting. It wasn't the ice cream. It was the chicken. Before long, all three of us are out of action for almost 3 days. The hotel staff must have found our room terrifying, the usually friendly Thais delivered water and ran! Thong Pha Phum is not remembered fondly.

On the 3rd day we crawled onto the back of taxi mopeds and briefly visited the southern end of Vajiralongkorn Reservoir that covered a good portion of the railway. Looking over the water and the itinerary we'd messed up with our illness, we decided the abandon the days we'd intended to walk round it. As we wouldn't actually be walking near the now underway railway we weren't too disappointed! However, we swore to return to finish the days we'd missed between Sai Yok and Thong Pha Phum after reaching the border!

Hellfire Pass to Sai Yok Yai

Lying in till 8 (yup, jet lag), we woke up in paradise. An expensive paradise, but definitely paradise. After staying with the monks the night before, watching rich fat children shoved into life jackets, taken up the river and thrown in to lazily float down was bizarre so we quickly hit the buffet hard and grabbed ourselves some Thai massages. Utter bliss. Also why aren't hammocks more of a thing in England?

Back to reality, we jump on a bus and head back to hellfire pass. Where the worst of the digging happened, the number of Australian and British POWs who lost their lives here was so great, the Aussie government funds a museum which maintains a large 4km section of the railway. No clambering through the jungle for at least a while! After another insight into the lives and suffering of the prisoners, we took to the pass, where we quickly found ourselves the only ones walking it. Some people just can't handle the El Niño heat! 

As it turns out, only 2.5km of the 4km track is open to the public. The Thai Ministry of Defence has decided to take over the rest of the track an surround wrong area for their own uses..damn it!!! We cracked out the maps and had a look to see what we could do, but alas it was to no avail. Locals informed us that the part we were planning to head towards to get on the train track, was also now military land.

So with distain, we head back onto the 323 highway (again) and wander off back to Sai Yok Yai to find the wat. What a bummer! After many hours and km of walking we turn into the wat, once again looking like we had been dragged through water and dirt and all sorts. I think the monks take pity on us as we look awful every time we stop! But again the monks are as kind as ever and allow us to sleep in the temple. We pitch the tent under a fan (which are so underrated) and crack out the maps to plan our next day. One of the monks seems rather interested and joins in! Now only 3 more days until we get to Thong Pha Phum and have our hard earned rest day!

Nam Tok to Hellfire Pass (part 2)

We woke early (15th) to join the monks on their barefoot walk down to the village. A good portion of the dog pack came with (definite at one with the pack vibes) but fell back once we reached the village, as each house had its own little pack and territory. When we arrived at the drive of each home, a family member would wander down and give a bag of some Thai dish to the monk, bow, exchange pleasantries than leave us to stroll to the next home. The monk explained that by giving food they gave happiness and received happiness themselves and each person we saw did seem genuinely happy to see the monk and give some of their breakfast!

We ate seperately to the monks, packed up and prepared to leave, but they insisted we take some supplies for bites, head and stomach aches, as well as water they had stockpiled. Incredible people.

They also advised we take the highway route for a while rather then follow the railway as the path was damaged and dangerous. We privately thought we'd loop back and follow it but honestly it was difficult to without being spotted... And they'd been too nice! So we took the highway and met the railway near the river again. Seeing that our path didn't return to civilisation again for most of the day we dipped our feet in the Kwai.

And so began the hardest section of walk so far. The railway, marked as a walking path but definitely not maintained, went into small ravines, under fallen masses of bamboo, it was a struggle. From start to finish, by the time we reached the Wat we were completely destroyed... And devastated to find it under construction! Managing to sign language a taxi, we sped to the nearest hotel, whiiiiiich was closed for pest control.

We turned to our last resort, literally. Covered in dust, scratches and bites we strolled into a gorgeous raft village floating on the Kwai, trying to ignore the fat rich Russians gawping at us from all angles. Pretending we hadn't just paid 4  times more then our previous hostel, we showered and went to bed instantly. It was definitely still the afternoon. Other than briefly rising for dinner, which must have looked like a scene from the Walking Dead, we were done for the day!

  

Nam Tok to Hellfire Pass

So the team is seven days in and still severely jet lagged. Other than the hysterical laughter that starts at 4 in the morning when we're all awake beyond the possibility of falling back asleep, the biggest plus is getting to Nam Tok (the end of the still operatinal railway) on the 5:57am train! Unfortunately an entire school had the same idea. The sunrise views were definitely worth it though and we were able to see some of the POWs work going over bridges and through cut outs in the hills, an absolutely amazing experience. It turns out the school was literally on the train to experience the ride, as they got back onto buses at Nam Tok and headed back south!

After a quick breakfast, so began our walk, following the railway through the forest, jumping from railway sleeper to railway sleeper over incredible bridges and only having to leave the track when it was guarded by a massive dog or two! We quickly realised by the 4th or 5th encounter that they were all bark, and thankfully no one was there to witness 3 grown men give some kind of terrier mutt a 10m wide berth while mumbling amongst themselves about rabies.

When the track reached a waterfall we lost it unfortunately and spent the rest of the day on the highway, being cooked from above and below! The worse part was the Thai people passing in their air conditioned cars. At least 3 times a smiling random would pull up offering a lift to 3 sweating, smelly farangs. It was very difficult to say no, especially after the look of horror when we said where we were headed. "Far away!" Killing with kindness! When we stopped for a drink at a small fruit and veg store a kind lady brought us over some local fruits to pick us up as well. These were definitely the people that helped the POWs.

Reaching our intended Wat (temple) quite early, we pressed on for the 2nd. Wandering through a sweet potato field, we found it walled and full of dogs. Eventually finding a monk, we asked to stay and were told to set ourselves up in the main temple. Infront of a set of big golden Buddhas we clumsily put up our tent for the first time and explained our trip. The monks simply pointed out the window, revealing a clear path through the bamboo forest. The railway!

Sam a former monk visiting from Bangkok and his friend the head monk (who's name can neither be pronounced not spelled) took us for a tour, showing us a cave filled with Buddhas and an incredible cliff overlooking the Kwai! They explained the wall around the temple was to protect from the forest fires that sometimes burn through the bamboo forest. The monk suddenly pulls a puppy from his robe, adding that they care for 30 or so dogs that stay at the temple. About an hour later the monks all rushed towards the wall, calling us to help put a fire out! We clumsily gave chase in flip flops (in our defence, they live in theirs so they're pretty agile) but thankfully the fire was small and far from the wall. I'm not sure how we'd have helped but we were ready to!

They insisted we stay for dinner and whilst it was prepared Sam took us for a tour of the area. It was quite sombering to reach the town 2 days walk away in 20 minutes in the car. He even bought us coconuts, despite our attempts to pay ourselves. We returned to a variety of dishes which the monks collect in the morning from the local village as offerings, though only Sam ate with us because the monks only eat once a day at breakfast. Having been in awe all afternoon, at that little tidbit we all privately agreed monk life was not for us.

After treating us so well all day they revealed themselves to be the best kind of hosts, one that knows when their guest is falling asleep at the table and politely lets them retreat to their tent. The fact we were on the floor wasn't even acknowledged, we were asleep in minutes!

Kanchanaburi to Nam Tok

We're amid indulging in a variety of temples and foods (possibly going to this one amazing sushi bar too many times) we become regulars at the Royal Thai Survey Department. The first time we find it's closed, jet lag making us completely forget it's Sunday. The second day we acquire some maps but decide in the evening that they're not adequate so we sacrifice one of our days in Kanchanaburi to stay in Bangkok and try again. Rather then getting a little sick of us, they bring out strawberries, Thai snacks, we take selfies, if we ever want government jobs, we know where we're going!

Finally reaching kanchanaburi, we have a lot to squeeze into one day. The town is both the center of Thai museums and cemeteries related to the death railway and the sight of the infamous Bridge over the River Kwai. Jet lag proves useful and a 4am wake up allows us to visit all the sites by lunch! We gain a much greater appreciation of the suffering of the prisoners of war and also gain a couple museum maps to help us track the railway as we walk. With time to spare, we jump into a taxi to spend the afternoon at Erawan Falls in the nearby National Park and so ensues the longest taxi drive of all time, allowing us to listen to the same 14 track cd of Thai pop 3 times over. The falls were definitely worth it though and we were singing along by the end. 

After a big dinner to gain some last minute calories and a final check on gear, we pack to begin the trek the next day. 

Will post again the next time we have internet in 2 or 3 days!

Aaron Cris and Nic

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Bangkok!

So 2 flights and 15 hours later we are in Bangkok. Right from the get go it almost went wrong, with Cris and Aaron being very close to missing the train from Birmingham the South Wigston. Then the whole team just made it to Heathrow on time for last check in. Hopefully this isn't a trend that will continue through out the expedition. 

Our only obstacle at the moment is the weather. It's rather interesting here in Thailand, never going below 20 degrees at night! But we should all get used to it soon enough, making sleeping on the trek nice and easy.

Tomorrow is a day of floating markets, massages and finding the right maps for the trek, so fingers crossed it should be a nice relaxing day...but before that can happen it's time to get some much needed sleep in!

Aaron, Cris and Nic

It's Almost Go Time!

It's almost go time! Everyone in the team is getting ready, packing the last bits and bobs before we jet of tomorrow for 30 days of exploration, excitement and memories. Months of planning and preparation are about to be tested, here's to it all going as planned!

We hope to be able to update this blog as often as possible (hopefully daily!) with where we are and to share photos and key moments while on our expedition with you.

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