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The Sugarcane House is made of bamboo, has nothing in it that resembles a sugarcane, and stands nowhere a single sugarcane plant. It is anchored on the banks of the River Kwai. You can spend your nights there feeling like you are lulled to dreamland in a hammock. Most of the guests are tourists exploring Kanchanaburi. This is the sign on doors:

At first I thought the management was just being cute. Then the couple in the next room discussed their tour of the day. I heard them like they were right next to me, and deeper into the night they were beginning to sound annoying. I then understood what Whisper Only meant.

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Photo Cache said…
I like that sign very much. BTW, did you find out why it's called Sugarcane House?

It must be like naming streets after trees that used to grow there before they were cut down to give way to the construction of roads :)

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Hazel said…
Ah...that's it maybe - sugarcane must have grown near the area before all those guesthouses sprouted off. I fancied asking the guys at the restaurant but the language barrier held me back.
Pacey said…
And whispers can be annoying, yes...this is funny and cute Hazel. Mine is up.
Hazel said…
Hi Pacey, whispers that travel thru slits... =)
Ebie said…
Hahaha! Hazel, you just have the right photo to make me giggle! Maybe the wall is thin...so watch out couple! LOL!
Hazel said…
hi Ate Eb, you got it. Wall's darn thin. I remember giggling at the sign too. But when it was time to sleep and I could still hear the voices from the other rooms, it was no longer amusing. The sign remains cute though :-)
Arlene said…
LOL! it reminds me of an open roofed room and a couple guest just enjoyed the night away that no matter how they whispered everyone can still hear them. :)

I think it's fun to stay in this room, zel! :)

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