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Got up excited for my free breakfast... Which turned out to be a stack of bread and some jam (Asia is going to make me never eat jam sandwiches again lol) but still it was free. Rented some bikes from the hostel and then set off following a similar route to what the guys from chile had shown us. It didn't take long for me to realise I was extremely unfit and the fact the bikes were old and only had one gear didn't help things, going up hill was awful and going down hill was awesome lol.
We stopped at loads of different temples and they really are so beautiful, in nearly all the temples there's a local who will tell you all about the temple but will also try sell you these sand paintings that people draw, so there was lots of saying no to people. From the top of one temple you could see this really modern tall building which is a hotel that's been built; it was amazing how much that ruined the view!! And also how quickly tourism is changing this beautiful place!
At one temple, some locals took us down into these caves where there was camp beds set up; I presume this is where some of the monks slept as it was like a small monastery, there was also a huge pile of onions, random!!
At the next big temple there was a guy drawing some of the paintings and he drew me an elephant and gave it to me for free... so cool!!
Then we met a local lady and she told us that she had a restaurant that no-one visits, bla bla, most likely a sales pitch but we were hungry anyway so we followed her to her village. At her restaurant was a young boy and a teenage girl, they taught us how to speak a little bit of Burmese and as I got my iPod out to write it down, the little boy just stood and stared at me. It didn't even occur to me that they might have never seen one, so I showed him how to play temple run and he sat playing that for ages, was really cute and he was so happy after.
After we'd eaten they took us through to another house where they hand weave cotton and then hand weave blankets, scarves etc, was really interesting to see how they do it all. They had a machine that they attached a horse to and it would walk round in circles and grind peanuts down to make peanut oil: every time the woman said peanuts she actually said penis, so of course I was giggling in the background because I'm so mature.
They also make cheroot's there which are this type of cigar made in India and Myanmar, the ones they had at this village were huge!!! Like 7" long and an 1" thick, they even let Liam smoke some of it and didn't ask for any money. Liam and Yann played football with the boy while we just chilled out for a good two hours. They were such a nice family and the fact they never asked us to buy a single thing was just amazing, most places you would expect them to put the big sell on but this family were just hanging out with us, they even got the photo albums out and started showing us their family. The lady also mentioned that she didn't have a picture of her with whet new baby so when we got back to the village later we actually got one developed and sent it to her.
As we'd spent so long at the village we decided to see one last temple and then head for the main one to see the sunset. As we were biking down a dirt path we soon realised Yann had a flat back tyre and both of Andrea's were flat, so we started walking when we came across a guy who told us to follow him then him and his friend fixed all the tyres for free: seriously this just wouldn't happen anywhere else. Yann also lost a flip flop, I'm not sure how this happens but he did...
As we got to the next temple it started to absolutely pour with rain and lasted a good ten minutes, parts of the roads were flooded across so myself and Andrea decided to head back as a sunset would be pretty unlikely anyway!!
We ended up biking down this little side road (thanks to my brilliant navigational skills) and the road was flowing like a whole river, the locals were laughing at us as we attempted to cycle through!!
By the end of the day I was knackered so went to bed early...
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