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Published: February 24th 2015
Back on a night bus, my definitively non VIP bus arrived in Nyuang Shwe, the main town on Inle Lake, at around 5:30am. Not an awesome time to arrive anywhere. I did not have a room booked, and I was really cold. I was cold enough that on the bus I had actually nestled my left side underneath the right side of the young gentleman sitting beside me. Use that body heat! Once getting access to my backpack, I furiously threw on whatever warm clothing I had, so did actually wear my down coat that had been in a stuff bag since Kazakhstan, in South East Asia, surprise! I also, in my cold madness, improperly pulled on my skinny cords over top of the yoga pants I was wearing, and completely splitting the backside of the pants. Not the first time I have done this, no lie. The gluteus maximus is the largest muscle of every body, and mine wants to beat all of the other muscles even more.
So with torn pants, I was dropped at a budget place by a taxi driver, and stumbled my way to a bed. A warm bed. A few hours later
I woke up in serious need of food and a day of chilling. Nyuang Shwe, as I said is the largest, and really only town, near Inle Lake. It’s where most of the accommodation is, and is the jumping off point for travel fun of all kind. For my first day in Inle, my fun consisted of buying things at the local bazaar and eating. I also watched a great sunset from the balcony of the guesthouse, overlooking the river leading to the lake. Beautiful place to watch from…not peaceful, given the large amount of boats on the river, but very beautiful. And I like boats! I also managed to finish reading Gulliver’s Travels, there is a lot more to that book than just a bunch of teeny people running around!
(I’m going to interject with my story right now and share that I am typing this blog while in a mini van in Kyrgyzstan, driving along the shore of Lake Issyk Kul, looking at the lake to my left and the snow covered mountains to my right. So I’m writing about Inle Lake near another Lake. Counts right?)
My second day in Inle
I decided to be less of a sloth and rented a bike. On another bike from the mid century with questionable breaks and a seat that could spay a panda, I set off on my bike riding through beautiful countryside, idyllic lakeside villages, solid looking huts on stilts and really friendly kids. Well…all of that is true except for maybe the last one. A majority of people I met in Burma, on this day included, were very friendly and welcoming. Shockingly, this day I was slapped. Literally. I was riding my bike through a village, a threesome of cute boys ran out to the road waving and smiling, so I slowed down and was saying hello, when one of the hooligans reached out and full swing, open hand, slapped my nearest arm. It stung! His tiny hand and the velocity of the bike combined to feel like the towel whippings I used to get from my charming brother while doing dishes. Little bastard.
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