This is a view from the train as we travelled along the Death Railway. The train is suspended by the original wooden scaffolds constructed by the POWs.

The train was old and rickety, with no doors. Along the train you could see a few brave (or mad, you choose) tourists hanging off the train in search of the perfect shot.

All the windows in the train are open wide and the breeze, the smell of the air and the increasingly moody skies are the telling signs that another monsoon shower is on the way.