Okekan - Gyobingauk - 95 km
Even though a Sunday morning, the village was as lively as one would expect on a
Saturday. Being rice harvesting season, all were frantically engaged in this labour-
intensive process. From cutting to transporting, each had a job. Observing what all
one could carry on a bicycle was equally impressive. People in different parts of the
world move their wares in various manners. In Southeast Asia, people frequently use
a bamboo pole with baskets dangling from each end. It appeared that one needs to
walk with a bouncing rhythmic stride to lessen the load. A vendor allowed me to try,
but I found the load too heavy, let alone walk with a rhythmic stride!
This day’s remarkable thing was the hundreds of gigantic golden orb spiders in webs
amongst the trees. They were the most enormous spiders I’ve ever seen, larger than
my hand, and mainly in one area. Along the outskirts of Gyobingauk was the
Paradise Guesthouse. Though not much of a paradise, the place made a convenient
overnight stop en route to Pyay.
Gyobingauk – Pyay - 100 km
Following a bite to eat at a nearby café, my path headed towards Pyay. The way was
flat and generally sported a concrete shoulder, making it effortless biking.
Unfortunately, when people in Myanmar want to get your attention, they have a
habit of clapping their hands. Consequently, the day came with a good dose of
clapping and, “Hey you!” It felt like I was coming down with a cold and I didn’t feel
well, and it was a drag getting myself to Pyay.
Still, the way led passed a multitude of bicycle salespeople; it’s mind-boggling what
they can pack on a bike. Once in Pyay, a hotel was located, which easily turned out
the worst place in town. So dirty was the room, it was downright scary. Before
settling in, I gave the room a good spray. Who knows what-all could creep out from
underneath that wobbly bed?