Unfortunately I had to leave the lake area by the same way I arrived, because to ride another route I would need a permit. This, unfortunately, the Burmese charms. Dreamed off taking the downhill from the top I climbed a few day before 25 from Kalaw, but because of the first serious stomach problems I could barely stand up and I decided to take a train. In all well-, and that was an option, although little besides terrible rocking and rocking from side to side of this trip I remember.
Trains in Burma is a remnant from the time, when the country was a British colony.. that is, they have a good 100 years. Well enough, I was deeply anesthetized that day to pay attention to the inconvenience of travel. Train made 180 km in 8 hours, once drove normally, that is, forward, then suddenly retreated looking into some mountain villages, at each station held an exchange of consumer goods and the food came to you just carried on the heads of retailers, who deftly made it between the benches. However, I was not interested in food. I was sorry to see, that the downhill, that's probably would take me an hour was made by a train a a few.. but what to do.
To make a loop back to the south I was about to take an unactractive due mostly to high traffic unshaded road . Time I shrink, therefore I decided to take a train again, while the experiences of the previous day, I could not not too much to look at.. I turned back from the station and decided to just one day pass from this episode bicycle. My bum happily greeted the saddle and the chosen by me backroad east of Thazi town , closed due to the quality of (ie. its absence) for the movement of a four-, led by wiochowate wiochy and given me and seeing me much joy their inhabitants. Like a bike path of not good quality. Przejeżdzało there several times by the local checkpoints - barriers are encountered on the road quite often – well, after one of them again the police or got interested in me. Therefore, I pulled onto the main road, cosik to eat, and since then I had the police again “tails”. At the end of the day 100 miles I reached the large village, where planned accommodation, but as it turned out there was no guesthousu, even for local. All they sent me to Nay Pyi Daw -odległej of 50 miles of the new nation's capital. That would not worry me that much, I wouldd look for some bushes to sleep – that, but unfortunately I already had "tails". They were really worried about me they said, because it is already dusk etc..
What should I do, therefore,? I asked.
Uradzono, that will bring me a car. Well, This waiting. We waited and waited for the car and he came.. then learned, we have to go further 1 mile, well and that there will be this car. We go and go… after some 10 km I ask what's going on and where we still go after finishing as the eye dark night?.
I have learned, Nay Pyi that the Daw..
No wait a minute, free jokes! 1 mile is not 50 km distance! And as soon as the opportunity presented itself, Having counter 125 km distance, about 20tej got on decent-looking gas station. New and nice, I really liked it – There was a clean there, nice place to stay for the night so I said to my protectors I am too tired to go further and I want to sleep where I was, I'm too tired, to continue to drive and I would like to sleep with here.
– No, definitely not possible! Tourists have to sleep in the hotel. The hotel is in Naypyidaw.
– Well, take me there, because I do not have the strength to go – I said.
To tell the truth, I even had still some power, but I wanted to see what will be their reaction. Would they allow me to sleep at the station, the service was very favorable (planted me on a sun lounger, covered with a blanket, was handed a cold beer and offered a bed in the back) and explained to me, so that they, most allow, but the police will not let me be.
And then began to Phone, came a disgusting drunk officer, which did not want to talk crazy, and then another with 4 art like the company. And then of 6 – w tym immigration oficer, which as usual here at times almost trembling hands, looking at the passport and visa as it found it had a face like a greater happiness it could not meet. Zoomed in his happiness by giving him a copy of the passport and visa, because I already know how much joy it gives local authorities have therefore always in stock a few copies to give away to the right and left. In the end, it's nice to make someone happy.
Before 23.00 Police arrived at the end of a bitch, which transported me to guesthousu in Naypyidaw and already around midnight, making sure, stay for free- because it promised me – I could stretch my bones.
I did not plan a visit to the nation's capital, but I have to say, that although it was a brief passage was extremely interesting. I was driving through the empty, giant streets, turning tiny, winding through the hills, switchbacks. Lots of beautifully lit places - bridges, shrines, shelters, playgrounds for children - the first, I've seen in this country (though it was Japan that I'd have put your tent there). And no people. Ok, at night it can not be these people, but as I was driving the next morning I saw only workers clipping flowerbeds.. Bus stops, telephone booths.. emptiness.
In the morning it turned out, I slept in a set on several acres of park Minatur - there were thumbnails of all the tourist attractions of Myanmar, plenty of benches, places to rest, pub and ... Zero visitors. Also moved here from Yangon Zoo. As I read somewhere, Local comedian after grub, that "all animals are going to Naypyidaw" (we ambiguity?) was thrown into prison.
Do cholery. This city was built for serious money in secret and 2005 przenieesiono the capital here, all ministries and government. People apparently still do not want to move here permanently and staff offices on weekends return to Yangon. Imagine a situation, that in Poland, somewhere near, say Ostrowce ŚWIĘTOKRZYSKI build a new city the size of Warsaw? What an absurd!
Only in Naypyidaw could afford to ride the middle czeteropasmowej artery.. while in the company of police, who was waiting for me in the morning. Therefore, I went straight to the train station because I decided not to bother his person more local services and do not extend your stay. I got the train to Bago. I am now an 4 days' journey to the border with Thailand and 26 February, the last day of validity of the visa I'm going there to enter.
And by the way - nor my British, nor familiar Japanese, who are now in Burma bikes had roblemow with police. I heard, that men prefer blondes, but to so? 🙂
Meanwhile, at the end of me waiting for me even to prove a number of local attractions, including today one of the greatest symbols of Myanmar - sacred rock Golden Rock.