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| Nirvana
Tonic I am a river rat. Not a rafter, but a lollygaging Huck Finn kinda swamp rodent who likes to flow with the current and poke around the slough. Lord Buddha describes The Dharma as a raft that floats one to Nirvana. A few days on a river and I find myself paddling pretty close to a perfect state of bliss. I love jungle rivers, draped with serpentine vines (not to mention envined serpents) where steam rises in the morning, macaques squawk and shake their hairy little fists, insects whine like powertools and plumy birds, aloft and aloof, snub me as a lower form of life while I stare at them in admiration.
The River Kwai, is known best known due to a catchy little tune whistled in a movie called "Bridge on the River Kwai, " which was filmed in Sri Lanka and was not about a bridge on the Kwai but another one on the nearby Mae Klong. But, lets rewind. First you had to get to the Kwae Noi, and getting there involves an early morning drive through traffic-choked Bangkok. We get through due to our driver's fish-skills. It is said that Thais drive like fishes. Fishes, unlike Americans and Brits, don't queue up. They find a gap and swim on through. Have you ever seen a line of fish outside of a cartoon? You know what happens to the straggler in a cartoon fish queue. I feel confident that a good Thai driver will deliver me to my destination tail intact.
There are also Buddhist caves here and in many places in the region. One wonders what a monk has to do to draw cave duty. We
board the RV River Kwai to begin our journey up river. The river is pretty here,
but the scenery gets better and better as we head north. The trip is not without
a few obstacles. The river is so shallow at points the boat needs a tow. In fact,
sometimes the captain has to call the keepers of the dam up river and ask them
to release a little more water. And some bridges are so low that masts have to
be pulled down so the boat can pass under. We're off the boat for a bit and on the rails. This region is famous as the route of the Burma-Thailand railway, otherwise known as The Death Railway, built by the Japanese as a supply route. 12,400 Allied POWs and between 70 and 90 thousand conscripted civilians died of disease, starvation and brutal treatment in 1942 and 1943. 130 kilometers of he old railroad line remain. There are many museums and monuments to those who died here including Hellfire Pass, where Allied POWs an locals cut canyons by hand: with picks, hoes and shovels. It is really quite moving. The real Bridge over the River Kwai, destroyed by Allied Bombing but reconstructed with Japanese reparations, is a letdown, aesthetically and spiritually compared to the rest these artifacts. Besides, as we said, it isn't the one described in the movie.
But I live for the moment. Moving upstream the jungle gets junglier and the mind fleets away from the madness of WWII to scenes of hanging vines and jungle waterfalls. Not Nirvana, perhaps, but a nice little journey toward it. |
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