Early start as the objective was to locate the Howitzer at the Lima 36 site which had evaded me in the past, the trail is as rutted as ever and although it gets lot’s of traffic, in fact there used to be a tourist sign for the place, but the trail up never appears to gets fully graded.
More detailed information of the history of Lima 36 here.
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The rising sun didn’t help picking a good line either.
Some sections still a bit slick with the morning dew.
Some of the steep sections even the locals choose to dismount.
Not the most enjoyable ride as you have to keep you wits about you.
Soon at Na Khang village, first stop the old bullet ridden fuel drum’s.
Hard to imagine now what a hive of activity this place once was,
Some pictures from Talking Proud.
This of the Tacan site, i doubt any signs of this still remain in the surrounding jungle.
Remnants of the runway grading machines for the old dirt strip.
We decided to park up, i had a rough location of the gun so we marched off going round in circles but still no gun. Not to be outdone we spotted some local farmers and one of them agreed to take us to it. Little did we know we had been 15 metres away from the damn thing.
Not sure somebody decided to shove a shell in here.
Waypointed we set off to Na Khang village to explore.
Most of the tin drum roof’s have now been replaced but still many to see.
Looking through the village every corner has some kind of war scrap.
Old army decking.
Ladies weaving, not sure what hill tribe they are from but the ladies have the longest hair i have ever seen.
War remnants every place, here cluster bomb casings.
I think the little girl was happy to be given this toy.
Huge bomb’s give you some idea how much ordinance must still be around.
Old ladies haggling over some cloth sale.
More casings.
A visit to local school to hand out some books had the kids running scared of the farang.
It was time to head back and call into Tamla village, sun behind us made it easy going.
The trail to the village is great fun.
Sadly we got as far as Tamla medical centre and the local police came out and turned us around, only 3 km from the village they simply would not let us pass saying their was nothing for us to see and we should go back…
Stopped by the new Tamla school all the kid’s shy of the camera.
Back onto the main trail Des was wishing it would end.
Stop off for the kid’s.
Now heading north spotted this in the stream i guess it’s good luck.
We checked into the recommended GH in Houay Muay, only to find later a new GH around the corner was a little palace.
Instead we got this.
Time to explore.
The old wat.
Weir came to a dead end.
New resort or something on the hill.
The main restaurant area in town.
Relaxing with a few beer’s.
The only place with food was a Vietnamese place.
Lassie on the menu.
The night ended watching construction traffic thundering past all night long outside the GH, definitely not putting this place on my favorites list.
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