We’ve taken a little 4 day hiatus from traveling around, where pretty much all we did was lay on the beautiful beach of Nha Trang.
I got spat on this week. I suppose the real miracle is that it didn’t happen earlier. I had become perhaps a little too confident that I would be able to leave the country without wearing another person’s saliva. That confidence led me to walk a little too close to a tobacco chewer and the next thing I knew red liquid appeared on my foot. The spitter ignored me as I wiped my foot on the back of my trousers and tried not to retch.
After a thirteen hour bus ride, mostly occupied by Myanmar’s best snorers and a trio of women who uninterruptedly vomited into plastic bags, we arrived into Mandalay just as the sun began to rise. Compared to quaint little Mawlamyine, Mandalay has proven busier, dustier and crazier during our short stay.
Our last week in Mawlamyine has been somewhat less structured, allowing us time to happen upon things and discover more ourselves – just the way we like it.
Saturday morning we were totally shattered from our 15 hour trip the day before. However, the father of one of Thane’s students had offered to take us out for the morning so that his 11 year old daughter might have exposure to native English speakers. So eyelids heavy and muscles aching, we piled into his car. Yep, he has a proper car! With windows and air conditioning and cushioned seats!