Bago to Yangon 85km
Lots of fog this morning, really thick stuff, but that doesn't slow the traffic down. I can't see 100m ahead, am riding the hardshoulder and have all my lights flashing, hoping that I can be seen. There's a long queue stopped in front of me, which is much safer to ride through. A bus had plowed into the back of a truck. I get to sneak past onto a clear road......yeah.
Lots of Burmese stop into roadside cafes and buy a shot of whiskey. They scull it down, followed by a glass of water, and get back in their truck, on their scooter or bicycle. Earliest I've seen this happen has been 8.30am.
Lots of crows, perhaps 500 or 600, flying around a pagoda today. A bit creepy, seeing as it was so foggy. Shades of Hitchcock "The Birds".
Lots of Military bases over the last couple of days, but very few soldiers. Perhaps they're all up in the NE, fighting against the Thais.
Lots of big institution like buildings behind very high walls. It's really hard to see what any of them are used for. One I'm guessing was a hospital, because I saw an ambulance enter, but most of the others were very unfathomable.
Lots of big gaps on bridges. The expansion spaces on some of the bridges are huge. Fiona's tyres could very easily fit between them. You have to be alert.
Lots of railway lines, but very few are used. Something the British left behind. At least they tried. The French only left baguettes in their old colonies.
Lots of difference in prices. In the towns where tourist visit it costs 700 for a Seven Up. Everywhere else it costs 300.
Lots of traffic on narrow roads as I get closer to the big city. Lots of care being taken.
Lots of money...at last. Yesterday's bank would only let me take $20 out. Today's, same type of bank, let me take $100. Yippee. I've got cash.
Lots of km, but they don't count. Myanmar was a British colony, therefore they work in feet, inches, yards and miles.
Lots of surprise encounters in English. The old fella, wobbling along on his bicycle, in very correct Queens English, telling me to "take care in the traffic". The passager in the car at the lights who was very excited to speak to someone whose first language was English. "It's so long since I've had a descent conversation in English". The lights didn't change for almost two minutes. I made his week.
Lots of admiration for my trailer. They love it. Love to work the suspension, tap the fiberglass, feel the tyre pressure, feel the weight, twang the bungee.
Lots of R&R over the next couple of days, as I wait for my Special Permit for Restricted areas near the Indian border.