The sun had yet to rise when our taxi driver dropped us off at the jetty. We scrambled down the stairs of cutout dirt, and made our way onto the ferry. Being the silly, adventurous, and curious people that we are, we bundled up and sat on the deck as the sun rose. After the ferry glided off, we were somewhat warmed by the coffee and tea that was passed out, accompanied by white toast.
I suppose it wouldn’t be Myanmar if temples and Buddhas didn’t pass by our sight. Boats made their way past us too, and as we drifted by each other, we waved quite genuinely. Everything moved by slowly enough to have a good look; from Mandalay to Bagan by ferry takes the whole day.
One of our stewards passed out veggie fried rice for lunch, which I was pleased with. I tested my very poor Burmese on him and learned a few words in return. We remained on deck, never getting quite cold enough to retreat inside. I read Harry Potter yet again. When I wasn’t reading, I was observing the waters and the shores, reciprocating waves with the other boatloads, large and small. The shores were dusty and the river cut along the banks. The only bad occurrence was one of my feet got sunburned. I also noticed a patch of floating water bottles which was so dense it almost seemed deliberate. But mostly I sat at peace and everything that we drifted past was new to my eyes.
As evening fell we reached Nyaung U. Coming ashore we were greeted by taxi offers and hopeful book and pants sellers. We started negotiating with a tout, who upon realizing we didn’t exactly need anything luxurious, offered us a trishaw ride. Sure! Then we saw the trishaw: a side car attached to a rickety bicycle. Our driver stacked us and our luggage on and with an assist pushing the bike to a start, we were laboriously off. Again, everything new passed by my sight slowly, except when I had to keep my eyes on the road as we hopped off in order to surmount a hill. All in all, the ride was quite jolly in its desperation, and we gave the driver more kyats than bargained for. He seemed relieved we took our slow ride in stride, but I wouldn’t pass on this drifting and the chance to simply look.
Sounds like you had a very long, but beautiful day. Your pictures are fantastic!
Long, but relaxing and interesting at the same time! Thank you!
a fine glimpse at Myanmar, a true gem of a place.
Thank you. It is very, very interesting.
Just reading the story made me feel relaxed! :-) The photos go beautifully with the text.
Beautiful photographs. And it sounds like a lovely trip.
Thanks. And it was lovely!
I have not visited Myanmar, but I did spend a year in Thailand. My dad lives there, married to a Thai woman. I taught at a private elementary school and I was a news anchor. I likewise read Harry Potter-in fact the entire series within that year. Did you ride in a tuk tuk? Those are my favorite. I had a regular driver. I had his cell number and would have a translator explain to him where I was. He was amazing. Thank you for sharing, it aided my nostalgia.
I would love to visit Thailand. In Myanmar, I didn’t ride a tuk-tuk, but I have elsewhere. They’re fun!
one word- Beautiful
Beautiful pictures! I could tell that this was an awesome experience it looks like an interesting place to visit
Wonderful, Leah! Hope I get to experience Myanmar one day. Seems so beautiful, different and exciting.
I think you’d really like Myanmar, Hanne! I still need to get myself to Norway. ;)
love your photos! I’ve always had an interest in Myanmar!
It’s an interesting place!
Oh I am just in heaven reading your posts. My husband and I have an addiction to traveling (mostly internationally) and when we aren’t traveling we are consumed by planning to travel. I can’t think of a better thing to do. I hope we get to experience some of the beautiful places you have (we live in Seattle and saw you had just visited the Pacific NW). Cheers to the traveling life. What a beautiful thing.
Thanks so much. I have the addiction too. And hey, I actually live in Seattle nowadays! I’m happy that there’s plenty of explorations to be had in the region for the periods in between longer trips.
A day of languid luxury. Traveling all day by slow means can be agitating for some, especially those of us who come from “hurry up”
I used to feel more agitated, but now I’ve come to better appreciate periodically just sitting back and absorbing amid my usually energetic wanderings.