In order to enjoy this mode of transportation one had to rise early in the morning and return by mid-day or your body would most certainly be extracted of all liquids via, I swear, osmosis. One lovely early morning, with fluffy clouds drifting above, three explorers donned our water bottles and cameras, found bicycles with decent brakes and peddled ourselves out into old Myanmar. After five minutes of city-bound peddling, we escaped into the lush green of the paddy-fields and tree-lined roads. It was glorious. The sun’s rays were at a delicious angle making all appear surreal and rather 1950’s.
We peddled for about an hour. Paddy fields, oxen and Braham bulls, water cannals, monks, kids…
The mountains loomed in front of us and the excitement rose, as sure as the sun above us.
We soon reached the old monastery at the base of the mountains. The monks were wonderfully happy, especially when we told them we were from America. Thank you President Obama! (He recently visited Myanmar). They were chanting O-BAMA, O-BAMA with big smiles on their faces.
I hope your week is full of adventure and lots of good sites.