Adventurous Myanmar.

02.-06.02.2020

I took the public bus to get to the bus terminal. Unfortunately, I occupied two seats because of my luggage, and others had to stand. I felt bad but had nowhere else to put my stuff. When I arrived at the bus terminal, I was clueless. There were literally hundreds of buses on this huge site. I walked a bit, hoping to find a bus with obvious signs. No luck. Sometimes, you want to be independent and figure things out on your own, which often causes a lot of extra work. Sometimes, you should just give up earlier and ask for help. Finally, I asked one of the local bus drivers. He tried to explain to me in very simple English. He showed me the approximate location on Google Maps, but he pointed to a gas station. Couldn't he show me the exact office on the map? I didn't really understand, he said it was a 10-minute walk.

In the end, he actually took me there. Along the way, he asked a few times himself and dropped me off right at the office. I thanked him many times, I actually wanted to give him something, but he refused. These are, on the other hand, the very helpful people in Myanmar who are not just after the tourists' money. I looked around and noticed that the office was indeed next to the gas station he showed me on the map, but the office itself had no sign in front of it. Never findable as a tourist. The same goes for the bus, it didn't have the name of the bus company on it. Many thanks to this nice gentleman!

In the bus (to Ngapali Beach) got tablets for headache and stomachache. That could be something! In the office, I met an Englishman, and later we had dinner together during the dinner break. The bus ride took a total of 14 hours. I arrived at my guesthouse feeling extremely nauseous at 7:30 am. Initially, the night was fine, then 10 minutes before arrival, I could have thrown up.

Fortunately, the guesthouse was prepared for guests arriving early in the morning and let us go straight to bed. I was very happy about that because I was completely exhausted. Set the alarm for 11 o'clock. For 12 o'clock. For 2 o'clock. My stomach didn't cooperate, I felt weak and dizzy. With effort, I dragged myself to the nearest restaurant and choked down a soup. And back to bed. In principle, I slept the entire day and the following night until I also had to vomit. However, this apparently allowed the cause to escape from my body, and the next day I felt much better, so I even hopped on a bike and cycled a few kilometers to explore some beaches.

The next day, everything was gone, and I was full of energy again. I cycled a bit in the other direction, visited the main beach, which was overcrowded with tourists from the resorts. I preferred to go back to the small beach near the accommodation. On the way, I noticed a pair of pants that I couldn't resist. I also chatted with a Frenchwoman in the evening and received some travel tips for Myanmar.

Then it was already time to leave Ngapali. It started at 10:30 am. In the bus, I met a German, a Frenchwoman, and a Chinese woman. We also had dinner together later, but there was no stop for lunch. A bus ride in Myanmar is an adventure in itself. After a short ride, a local person vomited into a bag, which he then hung on the seat. And now the bag was swinging back and forth. The girls told me that this was completely normal. The question is why we tourists have less problems with our stomachs than the locals, who should be used to their roads? I heard such noises more often at night. At least the time passed quickly, and I got used to the bumpy ride.