So when we went to Malaysia to see the family when I was 2, my English grandparents came along too and then they and my Dad made a side-trip to Thailand to see where Nanna’s brother Jack was buried. Great-Uncle Jack died working on the Burma Railway – he was in a bomb disposal unit in the Royal Engineers in Malaya and was captured by Japanese soldiers during WW2.
This *IS* kind of an odd photo to take, but then no one had ever visited Great-Uncle Jack’s grave from Nanna’s family so I guess they got the guide to take this for them.
My Dad ran out of tobacco when he was there but as they were looking round a cemetery, there wasn’t a handy newsagent to get his regular brand.
Or in fact any regular brands.
My Dad ended up making a custom blend for himself out of two different types of tobacco meant for the dead.