Today it was time to depart the
Golden Rock. A fabulous time was had and it was very entertaining watching all
the pilgrims coming and going. In fact the atmosphere was so festive they
chanted all night. Luckily I had come prepared with my trusty ear plugs. On the
way back down the mountain we were a touch more savvy and scored the front row
of the truck. This gave us the privilege of 10cm more leg room and the ability
to stand up for the entire journey if we desired. I stoop up, once, but that
pesky life preservation thingy kicked in and not wanting to die I returned to
the seating position.
Sunrise!
So you know what drinks you can purchase lol
Off we go again!
We travelled again through Bago
but this time stopped to visit more pagodas and the Kings Palace. The weather
today is hot by the way.
Eventually we returned to Yangon
at 6.30pm. ‘Min’ the local travel agent I had arranged everything through was
at our hotel when we arrived and asked if we wanted to hang out with him. Before
we could blink he had hailed taxis, shouted something incoherent and
transported us back into the craziness. Before long Steve was eating
grasshoppers. Min had ordered a whole range of local food and the first of
three beer towers had arrived.
We discovered a local word that
we had been using actually meant that you wanted to proposition someone for
sex, insert forehead slap and re-discovered the golden rule of Asia. When a
local tells you a dish is ‘a little’ hot you probably won’t feel your tongue
for a few days…..
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