If you think what happened in Bangkok was a disaster (even if you haven’t heard the story), what happened in Bagan was…well, let’s just say I’ve earned my red badge of tourage.
The white pagoda in the backgdround is Ananda Pagoda, one of the prettiest in Bagan, if I’m judging. The stupa in the foreground may have a name (but I don’t have my notes handy).
Lesson learned: don’t hire a rickshaw to ride around Bagan when it’s dusty and hot season. Don’t visit Bagan during dusty-hot season. It’s all brown. And dusty. And we’re talking hot here.
Mandalay Hill as seen from below. However, photographing the U Bein bridge was my main goal in Mandalay.
Again, no notes. But what a frazzled brain might remember is this: it’s the longest wooden bridge in the world. Or something like that. It actually looks better in photographs. Better still in silhouette. And there’s a circus of sales hawkers leading up to it.
Turns out, the mote and wall around the ancient Palace was the actual highlight of my stay in Mandalay. That, and just saying “the road to Mandalay” over and over in my head.
This is pretty much what Dhaka felt like to me: crowded, congested, crowded, congested. Parts of this, parts of that, parts of people, sweat. People. Traffic. Horns. Did I mention congested?
The main port in Dhaka. It felt the same: crowded, congested, a little rancid. Sanitation is not a concept held in high esteem around here.
Lesson learned: set the price of your rickshaw ride before getting into the thing.
Today in all this heat, I realize I have brought no fleece jacket…and I’m going to Bhutan—that’s in the freakin Himalayas, you know. What happens to your brain when you reach a certain age? Turns to jelly? Sure, crap happens, but stupid mistakes are just, well, stupid.
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