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In the front room men sat playing Playstation, talking, laughing, and smoking, while in the back room the women sat amongst the dried leaves and rolled the cigars, eight hours a day, seven days a week. This was not the traditional Burmese cheroot cigar wrapped in green leaves, but an honest to goodness cigar. In a house along the main road is a family owned and operated cigar factory. I visited two pagodas and a sleeping Buddha statue, and a cigar factory. He took me to back entrances, told me the tricks, and I had a good time. He was very good because he kept me from paying the overpriced foreign tourist fee to the sights.

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After a nap, I hired Mani, a nice Indian trishaw driver with a cheerful disposition and good English. I slept hugging my backpack, but still arrived tired in Bago.

It was a long 2 ½ hours waiting for the bus. And a ticket seller ripped me off for the price, pocketing the extra 200 kyat right in front of me as he and his friends laughed. I had to pee badly but the toilet was locked tight, so I had to sneak off to relieve myself in a dark alley.

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The taxi drivers told me there were no buses to Bago. The taxi drivers all tried to convince me that there were no buses to Bago I was surprised the bus left just about on time, and even more amazing is that it arrived EARLY in Yangon, at 3:30 am! It was a challenge arriving at an unknown bus station in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, it was 3:30 in the morning. Surprisingly, the bus not only left Pyay on time, but also arrived in Rangoon early. My next destination would be Bago, but without a direct bus from Pyay I had to change buses in Rangoon. Though JJ and I parted ways here in Pyay, our adventures in Mandalay, Bagan, and Pyay were only the beginning of a friendship. I was unable to sleep the rest of the day though as the madman and his megaphone continued.

To be industrious and not be lazy in discharging her duties.

To be hospitable to the people of the neighborhood.Here are two that even in my exhausted headache-y stupor I found amusing: Along the way saw numerous sidewalk plaques prescribing how people should behave in certain filial situations. Afterwards, then suffering from a pounding headache, I had the taxi drop me near the hotel so I could walk back to the guesthouse while the others continued on to yet another stupa. There are only so many stupas one can see in a short span of time and retain one’s enthusiasm. We visited two more stupas, some of the oldest in Burma, but my lack of sleep adversely affected my interest. Afterwards the queen’s eyesight too was restored. After some time, his wife had difficulty with her vision so an extra pair of spectacles were made and placed in the Buddha’s hand. Once placed before the Buddha’s eyes, the king’s gift returned. Thus, a huge pair of eyeglasses were fashioned for the Buddha. Some monks meditated on his problem and told him the solution would be to donate a pair of spectacles to the local Buddha statue. One day he lost his gift and did not know what to do. He could tell the future and help people by doing this. At the site a guide told us this story: Once upon a time there was a ruler of ancient Burma who had the gift of second sight. We first went to see the Buddha with spectacles, reportedly the only of its kind. JJ arrived from his guesthouse and we all made plans to sightsee together. I nearly lost my mind! At 9 AM I got up with very little sleep to my credit.Īt breakfast I met two other female travelers planning a share taxi tour of Pyay. A local Buddhist group was doing a donation drive their loudspeaker droned directly across the roundabout and from that time onwards I heard only the sounds of garbled pleas for money interspersed with scratchy Buddhist music. I groggily gathered my things, moved to the room, and fell back to sleep. Around 7:30 AM one of the women woke me up and told me I could move to a room. I took the cot and JJ headed back to the first guesthouse where there had been only one bed. Then the two women talked amongst themselves and offered me a cot in in the lobby.

Two proprietresses sitting out front sadly informed us they too were full. Though initially fun to speed around a never-before-visited Burmese town in a trishaw in the middle of the night, after an hour I began to lose some of my joie de vivre. We were taken to guesthouse after guesthouse, but each one was full. We were immediately set on like a pack of wolves by a group of late night trishaw drivers who wanted to compete for our business.Īlthough the trishaw drivers were plenty, the available rooms in town were not.

the only people insane enough to arrive somewhere in Burma r at 2:30 AM. We were the only people to get out of the bus, i.e. The bus was scheduled to arrive at 1 AM, but schedules in Burma mean nothing. JJ and I took the bus to Pyay to break up our journey to Rangoon.