I spent the better part of a hot day talking with a group of travelers fresh of the plane. They too are English Teachers and one of them had served a spell in Korea. It was nice to sit and stay out of the mid day sun but I am sad to say I did no sight seeing.
I took off to the bus station with a guy from Canada in hopes of saving a few of the growing number of dollars I have spent on cabs in this country. I thought I would just hang out and read my book at the station, but there was no station. Just a group of restaurants and buses. I grabbed a drink of water and hung out with a group of kids for the hour I had before I could get on the bus.
The boys were adorable. One of them loved loved my watch and I would have parted with my five dollar buy from Thailand if it wasn't such a pain to travel around without knowledge of what time it is. Another knew a little English and was able to figure out my name, that I was an English teacher and that I was going to Mandalay at seven. The boy who loved my watch kept making kissy noises at me, I have since then figured out how they beckon people, was very concerned that I would miss my bus so I took off to get on my bus to Mandalay.
The bus was overly cold. Like brrrrrr. I mostly had the seats to myself other than a short spell sitting next to a girl who wanted to write me notes and gave me an apple. She later fell asleep on my shoulder. What do you do in that situation?? Everyone here is too nice.
My bus bff
one of the nicest taxis in town...seriously
Every bus in this country was on its third or so country. I swear I am going to seek out a Burmese mechanic, they must know how to keep anything running.
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