Next stop was a place called Bagan, premier destination in Burma and one of the most magical places I have ever been to. It easily ranks alongside the great historic sites elsewhere in Asia. Google some pictures of it and you will see what I mean. Essentially it is a huge plain that is covered with well over 2000 temples, dating back 800 years. The setting is beautiful - all green fields of corn and rice, dotted with red brick temples and golden domed pagodas.
We spent five days here, cycling along small tracks to see the temples, watching sunset from the temple terraces, relaxing by the hotel pool (figured that we needed a bit of luxury after the previous couple of days) and filling the kids up on spaghetti bolognese and cheese sandwiches. (Food continues to be a challenge as Meg will not eat even a grain of rice and neither of them will touch a noodle. Scurvy is only narrowly being avoided by the purchase of the odd apple.)
We also had our first puncture in Bagan. Mike had decided to be adventurous and follow a small goat track through the ruins. Great idea, but unfortunately the track was covered in thorns and within about three metres, he had punctured his wheels ten times. We missed our first sunset repairing those....
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