Mercredi 9 août

Today I travelled back in time and memories.

The 11hrs train journey to Shwenyaung along the narrow-gauge railway, at scarcely 20km/h, was rythmed by the regular pam - padam - pam of the wheels on the tracks, the slow rocking motion and the creaking sounds made by the antique wagons. I was lulled by it all. Looking at the changing landscapes of paddy fields, mountains, jungle and small villages, I fondly thought of Grandpa who would have loved this ride.

I spent half the journey with Clara and Nicolas, a lovely Spanish couple. We read, chatted, ate (so many different specialities to try on the way!) and regularly changed seats to get the best view and photos. We even had a go at cutting a mango with a machete whilst the train moved, rocking along!

Once alone, I was left with my book, the beautiful landscapes, my memories of Grandpa and the kindness of burmese people. One of them hopped off the train to buy me a drink, another gave me an ancient coin and yet another came to sit with me when he sensed I was feeling sad.

What an amazing journey!

Upon arrival in Nyaung Shwe (closest town to Inle Lake), it's as if I'd fast forwarded a few centuries in comparison. The night market was like none I've seen so far here: flashing lights, techno music, tapas bars with beers and the lot, and stalls offering menus to choose from! Presumably due to the fact that the region has been developping tourism here for far longer than other places...