Well, here we are, two weeks into our stay in Myanmar and it is just wonderful. Arriving into Yangon from Bangkok was a huge relief – we had had our fill of the backpacker district, and Yangon is pure Asia. I hadn't anticipated that Myanmar would be a cross between India and South East Asia, though I guess its location between the two should have been a clue, but it emphatically is.
On the first night we headed into town and ate our fill of cauliflower pakora and sweet Indian tea, sitting on tiny chairs on the edge of a busy road. Sam and Meg were agog at the noise, the hustle and the bustle. We spent two days in Yangon, during which we reassembled the bikes and took them for a couple of test rides around town. At first it was VERY hot, VERY sweaty and pretty busy but after a while we found ourselves in some small side streets and meandered along with the roads to ourselves, people waving and double-taking as we passed. As we cycle along the reaction is always the same – people spot Mike and Sam and all get very excited, stepping out into the road to keep watching. I then career along behind trying to avoid the crowds, before people realise that I have Meg on the back, and then all start giggling madly and calling at us as well and trying to touch Meg.
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