(^26) Bago – Yangon - 90 km
Determined to escape as much of the sweltering weather as possible,
it was early morning when I stuck my hat upon my head and headed
to Yangon, the former capital, once referred to as Rangoon and
frequently confused as the current capital.
Cycling was along a ‘highway’, for lack of a better word, and the road
came with two lanes in both directions and a shoulder. The shoulder
was bumpy with a few potholes, but it was a shoulder, nevertheless.
The shorter route appeared to lack a shoulder and, with all the
trucks, the larger road seemed a better choice. Although I expected
traffic, I didn’t anticipate it to be as heavy as it turned out.
Cycling the last 20 kilometres into Yangon was the stuff of
nightmares. Even on a Sunday, the traffic remained horrendous, and
finding the Ocean Pearl Inn was challenging. The hotel wasn't the
cheapest, but I was thankful for the comfort of an air-conditioned
room.
Discovering my passport missing came as an utter shock. I searched
through all my bags and even called the Emperor Hotel in Bago, but
to no avail. I surmised the passport fell out when taking a picture or
buying water.
By evening, I met John from New Zealand, who was staying at the
Ocean Pearl. He'd rented a car and driver and planned to visit Bago
the following morning. When he offered me the chance to join the
ride to Bago, I jumped at the opportunity, thinking I could recognise
some of my many watering holes and ask if they had found a
passport.
leana
(Leana)
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