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We spent 3 days in Nyaungshwe, mostly resting and recovering from the trek. We did hire a longboat for one day, to tour the villages and handicraft shops scattered around Lake Inle. In town we met a local man who worked at one of the monasteries. He invited us for tea at his house, where we also met his wife, children and a few of his sisters-in-law. His wife insisted that we come back for dinner the next day. Real Myanmar food! After dinner the eldest sister-in-law came over with a huge bag of clothes and cloth bags. She promptly dumped everything on the floor next to me and started sorting through it, saying she was going to a market to sell them tomorrow. Very nice! I sell one today nice woman just kyat! It was clear who the entrepreneur in the family was. Overall, our time at Inle was a nice. We were relaxing while you guys were frantically calling the US embassy, etc. On the 7th we took the bus to Mandalay. And from then on, I can honestly say that the aftermath of the typhoon kinda took over our trip — not because of infrastructure, etc. We did manage to tour a few pagodas and see the Moustache Brothers show. On the 11th we got up at am to take the hour slow boat down the Ayerwaddy River to Bagan. Ahh, Bagan. After days upon days of pagoda-hopping in Thailand and Myanmar, I was secretly dreading this vast area of ancient temples. But boy, was that stupid. Many were the size of cathdrals and featured thousand-year-old murals. In some temples you could climb up to higher platforms, where we were treated to lovely views of the stupa-studded plains and the river in the distance. The Lonely Planet says to picture Bagan like this: Take all the churches in Europe and place them on the island of Manhattan. But most of all, this morning I got a reassuring phone call from the US consulate in Yangon. She finally tracked me down at the New Park Hotel here in Bagan, where she left me a message to call back. Of course, my first thought while the woman in the hotel was trying to get through on the phone was that something terrible had happened to one of YOU. When I finally got through, she was great. And she was right! She told me that things are pretty much back to normal in Yangon. The guest houses and most of the rest of the city have electricity back. So I feel better, and I hope you all feel better as well! Enough about that. And you very beautiful. Some guest house? Buy some postcard? A trishaw is a bike with a two-seated side saddle. And then we were stuck with him. He appeared early every day out in front of our guest house and stayed there until late at night, in case we needed a ride somewhere. We need a taxi to take us to a few ancient cities outside of Mandalay? He had a younger brother with a taxi. We wanted to go to the famous Moustache Brothers show? He could take us, and knew a great place nearby to eat dinner. Sure, it got annoying after a while. But we would have paid other trishaw and taxi drivers for the same services, and Tin took care of us. We needed a travel agent to see about flights, and he know a great one near our guest house. We had a question about anything, and he would answer or find the answer. Other people are simply curious. Where do I start? Men in skirts or rather, longyis , and shoulder bags. No Coke or Pepsi signs! Cities reek of diesel. Ancient Mazdas and other cars held together with duct tape and wire. Horribly broken, pot-holed roads even pre-typhoon. New computers stacked as cargo in the last few rows of the passenger bus from Yangon to Kalaw. And if the government wants to take the land, they can do it at any time. Here we are in Mandalay after a long 9-hour , bumpy bus ride on painfully hard seats. As I mentioned in my brief post yesterday, we really had no idea how big the cyclone was until yesterday morning. Saturday night was the last night of our trek — we stayed in a Buddhist monastery. The head monk told us that he had heard on the radio that there was a large storm in Yangon, and that about people had died. Saturday had been an unseasonably wet day, which meant we had to walk 24 kilometers in huge ponchos with heavy sticky clay mud collecting like concrete blocks to our Tevas. In fact, I did the last few kms barefoot like the locals. There we found that the typhoon had knocked out electricity in the area, and this time the casualty count was Again, we were more concerned with its effect on our much-needed hot shower…though of course we were also sad and curious about the extent of the damage. Of course, no electric and no internet meant no info. So we were informed only by the rumors we heard from locals. So we took the growing numbers with a large grain of salt. Monday we spent the day mostly in our room, recovering from the exhausting trek and the nasty diarrhea Marjan we had it much worse and I had been suffering since Friday. But again, we had no way to get in touch. Then yesterday morning we heard almost K dead, so we were eager to get to Mandalay and send word that we were fine. Thursday — Marjan takes the bus back to Yangon, arriving Friday, to fly out Saturday. I may take the bus to Bago and stay there until I leave on Tuesday the 20th. But that bit is still up in the air. The internet was spotty anyway, and with the typhoon everything got knocked out. I was trekking in the hills at the time. Up north here there was only rain. We heard K dead? We have no idea. Search for:. Finally, we took the overnight bus back down to Yangon, and then flew out the next day. Subscribe Subscribed. Taking The Fork. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now.

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After a few hours delay in a lovelydomestic airport lounge, we were finally airborne on what can only be described as a rather shoddy propeller plane and stuck together with bits of tape and carpeted walls as soundproofing. Instead Steve gets to sit next to a very skinny white person who says nothing the whole flight and just nibbles the ham off the top of a strange tasting bread bun that is our free in flight meal. AND not forgetting reads a paper that takes both seats. Then we land, PHEW. Due to the delays the hotel rearranged the taxi for later. Luckily the airport staff help us and call the hotel and within 10 minutes we are on route. Steve had concerns over the 2 star hotel Debs had booked but we arrive to a super little place about 15 mins walk from town. Hotel Brillant was appropriately named and a brilliant place to stay. It was valentines days on the day we arrived, a lovely start to our stay. You could even borrow free bicycles to cycle to town and a bus would drive you down to the village in the evening and collect you later. Much much better than the photos on the website and there was a small traditional shan restaurant just over the road where we had a couple of good meals. Next day we spend walking to town and going to a cool local market where we pick up some traditional masks and Deb grabs some amazingly priced silk fabric. Myanmar local markets are nothing like the others we have been too. Real hand made tools, reed products, betel leaves and fish so fresh it is still wiggling whilst being chopped up! We find a local cafe and go super safe with cans of coke and straws. So many tourists get ill here that we are on constant safety watch wiping everything as we go, super hand washing as the money is so so dirty. Right down to hand sanitising the phone and camera every so often with cotton buds. Off out tonight to watch a film made by an ex monk all about how the monks of the area live. Better late than never? Fresh food in abundance due to the banks of the lake. Just the best! Where they used to run on solar power they now have electricity. Who knows how this will look in 5 years time. Hopefully not like Cambodia and Bangkok. The guys did a great job and we cooked up a treat to eat on the amazing decking and chatted about everything from floating garden construction to real life living in Myanmar as a local. Once we were all finished we got a floating village tour through the local village in a little wooden canoe. Trying to watch Deb wobble her way in was quite a site to behold and Steve really loved his new hat! No dinner tonight as we were well and truly stuffed full and had to have an early night ready for the boat in the morning. Skip to content. Well that was an interesting flight! Yangon to Heho… After a few hours delay in a lovelydomestic airport lounge, we were finally airborne on what can only be described as a rather shoddy propeller plane and stuck together with bits of tape and carpeted walls as soundproofing. Then off on a boat to speed along to our class in one of the floating villages. The setting was fabulous and we even go and ride around the local village. No tourists here! May and Yin help us produce 10 local shan dishes. Like Loading Leave a comment Cancel reply. Comment Reblog Subscribe Subscribed. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website.

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