Where do these weeks go to, the time just seems to fly by. It's out with the photo albums, the brain cells remembering what we got up to on another trip out.

This week we are out in the countryside, walking across the oldest, longest and newest expansion bridges. The oldest one had many planks of wood missing and you had to be very careful where you stepped. The handrail of rusty wire did not help either.
On the most modern one, we had to climb up the concrete steps to get on the bridge. I think I nearly died a few times. Looking down through the spaces under the steps, the height of it, as I don't like heights. Ended up crawling up on all fours! Pitiful I hear you say! Once on the actual bridge I unlike others did not mind the swaying and the movement of others walking on the bridge. We were over water, which I do not have a fear of.

The old one, and rather rickety.

More modern and one of the longest.

                                   

       Our next visit is to where the Japanese prison of war camp was. The park is built on the original site but only a fraction of the original size of the camp. This was a very meaningful and just a little insight into what the conditions were like here in a concentration camp. I climbed into a little sweat box for a couple of minutes, and that was hell. What it was like for hours, days, whatever, I cannot imagine. This place was a real eye opener to all of us of my generation who have not been at war . Although both Klaus and I have seen what atrocities can be done to human kind in African tribal wars.Something I hope we never see again.
The grounds here are kept immaculate, and as you walk around seeing the layout of the camp, a feeling of sadness for the soldiers who died here or on the death marches comes up on you, but also, pride for those who struggled  to survive.

         The lily pond in the memorial garden.                                                

The route the prisoner's were forced to walk

Old photos and sketches of the camp

        

The stained glass window in the chapel

We went into the remembrance chapel, and saw the beautiful stained glass window. Around on the walls are drawings and pictures of the camp and the history of the war.


On the way back  we stop to look at the old clock tower in the town, standing since 1903. Built in memory of Francis Atkinson who was the first district officer and sadly died at the age of 28.
The clock tower is made of pure wood and has no nails. It has remained this way until present day. The tower has also seen the best and the worst times out here.
It's well preserved!

                 

              Passing along we also see some temples around, some with big fat Buddhas in the grounds. Really looking forward to our visits to them, but that will be another time.

That's it for this week dear followers. the picture of the week I am sad to say does not reflect on this trip.
As we have seen lots of birds flitting around in trees and on the lawns, thought this picture would do.

            

"Where is the Food"

                                                             




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This week on the arty, crafty side.

Have finished the faces except for a tweak or two when more is filled in around. I have started on the dress, but dressmaking was never my strong point! But I will struggle along to make it look realistic.
Sometimes things don't go how you want, and don't look right, and then you have a little twiggle with a pencil, and magically it is what you want! Well fingers crossed.

                                                    

Hopefully you will come back next week.