Visiting the Mon Bridge in Kanchanaburi





The further you walk along this bridge, the closer you get to the Mon Bridge. At first glance, the bridge looks like it was thrown together carelessly, but when paired with the surrounding scenery, there's no place more atmospheric. It's amazing that it was built entirely by hand out of bamboo without any machinery, but it's even more impressive that it was made sturdy enough for so many people to cross. They say it's the longest handmade wooden bridge in Thailand (400 meters).
The "Mon" in the bridge's name refers to the Mon people. I had only thought of Thais and Burmese, but there's also an ethnic minority group called the Mon in between. Looking back at when I went into the mountains to see the Karen people during a previous trip to Thailand, I realize Thailand is actually a very multi-ethnic country. According to Wikipedia, they began living in Southeast Asia even before the Thais and Khmers (the major ethnic group of Myanmar) and are presumed to be the earliest inhabitants. Because they had a brilliant civilization in the past, they have their own language (Mon) and script, which are still partially maintained today. However, they are now an ethnic minority, living as refugees who fled to Thailand after resisting Myanmar. (Thailand is one of the countries open to refugees.)
The bridge this ethnic group built to cross into Thailand is the "Mon Bridge."












Once you cross the bridge, you'll find a market where Mon people sell their goods. I'm not sure if absolutely everyone there is Mon, but the items are definitely Mon style. We plan to offer food during the alms-giving ceremony at the Mon Bridge tomorrow morning, so everyone is buying a new traditional outfit just for that brief moment. Before buying the clothes, when I first heard we'd be watching the alms-giving, I was just excited and looking forward to seeing a fascinating spectacle as a foreigner of a different religion. But watching them ask each other which clothes look prettier, I realized that for the people living here, this isn't just tourism—it might be a sacred and deeply moving day, much like Muslims visiting Mecca. Feeling like I've been invited to such a meaningful day makes me look forward to tomorrow's alms-giving even more.





