Dry splintered wood, flaking, decaying, being carried away on the rivers wind. With red rusting penny nails bent over, beaten into the timber by British POW's decades ago is all that remains of the original bridge that now lies dormant. Long past is the sounds of the iron horses, billowing smoke and fire as they charge across the wooden bridge over the River Kwai.e dry splintered wood, decaying, being carried away on the wind, the original bridge lies dormant. Long past is the sounds of the iron horses, billowing smoke as they charge across the wooden bridge over the River Kwai.
Burma Railways Japanese Bridge 277, the so-called "Bridge on the River Kwai", which was built over a stretch of a river that was then known as part of the Mae Klong River. With its two gages or rails spanning 1535 meters with centred matt black paint, warn shiny steel diamond-plate from years of people, and animals take the walkway, to pass someone, you step over the rail then back again. When you hear a train coming, you step onto an overhanging balcony stretched out from the bridge, it's so moving.
Engine No 21758 from Glasgow's Hyde Park works, sits rusting quietly on one side of the riverbank, its firebox long cooled from its last steam by the Japanese
With the humidity so high, you are dryer in a shower, you feel you are being steamed alive walking around Kanchanaburi where the new steel bridge was built to carry trains over the River Kwai.