I blame the smoke for my tears.
It was hot, steamy and fires in the area made it smoky too.
Nothing to do with thinking about the thousands of prisoners of war who died there or those, like my Uncle Dick, who survived and came home but were forever changed.
To walk part of the notorious Thai-Burma railway, including Hellfire Pass, was a truly emotional journey for me.
No matter how uncomfortable I was, it was only a drop in the ocean compared to the suffering this path has seen.
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When we were in Thailand, a friend took us out for the day. One or the places we visited was Amphawa Floating Market where customers sit on the steps leading to the river and buy goods from the vendors on the boats. The goods are passed to the customers in baskets attached to long poles.
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A section of the Thai-Burma Railway.
Walking this section of the track, including Hellfire Pass, held special significance for me. My Great Uncle was a prisoner of war during WWII and worked on this railway. Unlike so many he survived but rarely talked about his experiences.