“One day the war will be over. And I hope that the people that use this bridge in years to come will remember how it was built and who built it. Not a gang of slaves, but soldiers, British soldiers, Clipton, even in captivity.” Last year I was venturing around asia when I stumbled across a beautiful village called Kanchanaburi. The jolly frog was my humble abode, £2 a night did’t seem fair for such a perfect location. Sitting on a floating deck, watching the sunset, listening to the sound of a long tail boat churning up the river. Time seems to stop and you realise, all that happens in the world, all of the things that annoy you or make you unhappy, don’t seem to matter. For what it’s worth, I think it’s important to hold onto these moments, because when you look back they may well lift us out of the trivial mess we get caught up in. Kanchanaburi has claims to a movie that was on today, “the bridge on the river Kwai”. I was taken back by how much of a ‘movie’ it was. An oscar winner, and interesting insight to a war I don’t really know […]