To Nyaung Shwe
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Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 4 Dec 2017 23:47
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To Nyaung
Shwe
  We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and
lazed on our bed until midday checkout then headed past the Red House to the train
station.
   Bear went to buy
our tickets only to be told that the one fifteen would be at least two
and a half hours late. We sat for a few minutes looking
up and down the track whilst we
had a think. Our supposedly pretty journey
is the second half and by then it will be dark, let’s get the coach.
Off we bimbled. A disappointed Bear, but we will
have a train journey in a few days time.
  A yellow
poinsettia for a change as we headed up through the
market.
  The market was in full bustle and it took a bit of wiggling to get through.
Fantastic fruit and veg, new brooms, I offered Bear a garden rake but to no
avail. A glum boy and I made it to the coach stop knowing many pass through. A
chirpy little taxi driver offered us a lift for a couple of dollars more than
the fare, so off we went. Our new friend would drop us at our hotel instead of
having to taxi from the bus station, a good deal then.
  Soon away from the town of Kalaw, out
into the countryside and many hairpin bends.
 Our driver told us our destination was the other side of the
mountains.
 Meanwhile, back to yet another hairpin.
 A new petrol
station, being built virtually all by hand.
     The city of
Heho, we will return here to the domestic airport in a few days
time.
 We left Heho and saw a very happy petrol station.
 Road widening
team. Stones sized by hand and the crew has as many women as
men.
  Pouring tar by
hand. The workers digs by the side of the
road.
  The temporary gravel yard and men checking the roadside generator.
 A little top heavy
minibus.............
   A lorry shed his
back wheels at the rail crossing. The rail we
should have used. Oh dear, it may be a long evening. We left the
main road that goes all the way to Thailand. We passed huge fields of sugar cane, a massive processing factory and then
reached the edge of Lake Inle or Inlay.
 Bear heard our driver say “Tick
monastery”. Took me a while but I worked it out – teak
monastery.
  Ten minutes later we were looking
left over the bridge and right to the town of Nyaung Shwe (said Nung Shway).
  Sixty kilometres later, we were
dropped at our digs and Bear complained about being a
plus one. I think it is going to be a very long evening but chirped
that it could be worse – he could be called Bong.
Ooops, time to get into the lift. Beds was happy with
his new bed.
  The views from our
room left and right, show quite a big town
that has grown with the tourist industry.
  Can I get a little smile from the disappointed boy........Well I got a chuckle when he
read that we “make a blink request” as he read the
hotel information booklet. I know, cocktail on the roof after supper will put
him right.
ALL IN ALL TIME FOR A
BIMBLE
AN EVENTFUL
JOURNEY |