Battered and bruised on the bus
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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We got chatting to two American girls who had been guaranteed the bus would be a large air conditioned bus and would be over in 6 hours. We raised an eyebrow having had our hopes dashed on the last journey. When the bus finally arrived, if we considered the last bus a 1970’s Roy Oxford this must have been a heap of junk in 1960. It was very, very uncomfortable and took 12 hours across the bumpiest tracks you have ever seen, our arms hurt from holding on to the seats so we didn’t fall off. It did however give us some stunning views but also more timber logging and a mass scaring of the landscape as far as the eye could see in some areas
We got stung for the 10 Dollar each Bagan Archaeological Zone fee on the outskirts of the city, in usual style we were frog marched off the bus by officials and had to show our passports and have our details taken so our ware bouts could be plotted by the powers that be.
After about 10 hours we arrived in Bagan, we saw the place we wanted to stay at and shouted for the bus to stop. Our bags were passed through the windows but mine was covered in the shells of quails eggs, the regular bus snack over here (it seems to be either quails eggs or a whole chicken, but the chickens do not look like our growth hormone ridden things there is far less meat on them)
We were met by a really nice young guy who quickly brought us a beer and suggested the poppadums with tamarind sauce go very well with the beer. Well he wasn’t wrong we immediately felt relaxed and despite the fairly high prices, compared to what we have been paying, I ordered a mutton curry with extra spice, E had some chicken tikka massala or something. The meal was brought with two banana leaves then a huge selection or pickles, spices and sauces dolloped around your banana leaf, your curry brought in a bowl then rice and chapattis. Whenever you ran out of anything they were straight over to top them up. The guy told us about the fact he has spent over one year at the local Playstation 2 shop (remember this is Myanmar, they don’t sell them but you can rent an hour on a Playstation 2 to play an out of date copy of Fifa or Pro evolution Soccer). He had spent many hours getting the whole team up to date as they obviously haven’t been able to import new games since commencement of the sanctions. He was practically begging us to send over any updates or some 'real’ Man Utd merchandise as the fake tops over here were 100% polyester. Anyway after a really delicious meal we were asleep pretty soon.