Profile
Blog
Photos
Videos
Made it to Inle lake and to a somewhat functioning wifi zone.. trip was smooth, just a boat ride away with visits to a few monasteries on the way..
I started the day off with an awful guilty feeling towards the brow for my pms power-attack from yesterday but soon he. gave me good reason to go back to my previous state of enragement.
Smartass had the brilliant idea of feeding seagulls while on the speedboat trip ( remember speedboats here are basically canoes with a lawnmower turned propellor tied to the back) which caused them to become riotous and stalkerish. Once our undesirable following figured out we were out of food to give them they formed an unspoken alliance and started hovering and planing and attacking us. result? i got pooped on.
wtf! over the past few weeks me getting crapped on seems to be a recurring theme; could it be an omen of things to come? ?
Despite still having muscle aches and not being able to walk naturally from climbing up and then rolling down a sacred hill I felt quite pleased and proud of my agility and flexibility today while jumping in/ out, on top, over and into boats, piers, monasteries and platforms, proud feeling that soon vanished when I was faced with the fact that everything I was doing , in my hiking boots and nike tracksuit, the brow was doing quicker and sooner, wearing 2 dollar flip flops and a floor length skirt. I swear he must share dna with those moroccan goats who climb tries. So there in the simple realisation went my Sochi inspiered grand dreams of being an olympic parkourer or rock climber.
My hotel his time round is quite nice, sadly being a lone traveller and having purchased my room rates at a discounted value from an agency not unlike groupon, I have gotten the second class citizen treatment and have been placed in the third row of accommodations. Basically my ass is sleeping in the swamp and not in the actual lake, but it is alright.. having a bungalow accommodation with sunset view would've made me utterly depressed and aware of the traumatic emptiness that the lack of 3G connection has left in me.
Now I have got an issue. I am in the middle of nowhere with limited internet access and I need to leave my room for two crucial, life threatening reasons:
- the only tv channel available is programming a Lord if the rings marathon, in Indian (dear Lord I do hope they haven't acquired the rights to the hobbit saga yet, pray for me), or at least I' m assuming it is Indian, simply from what I gathered from pathetic tv show airing before this nerd-fest: on character was named as an Indian girl I know, and everyone kept referring to each other as auntie and uncle.. sounds Indian alight to me.
-I am hungry. This is troubling as I have run out of cash and the closest ATM is at least a boat ride away, plus eating here is alway a little like swinging for a curve ball.. hit or miss. I've had a gross chicken noodle soup which ended up actually being chicken cartilage noodle soup*gag*, I've ad tourist trap food, good but safe, I've had the worst looking meal on the planet which actually turned out to be super yummy ( rice noodle, sesame seed, chicken broth, chicken breast peanuts sauce, green herbs and coriander, which I am learning to tolerate). The wonderful flavours of this meal were also enhanced by the fact that the power went out and the entire place was left in complete darkness. Much like dans le noir's concept, dining with one of your senses (sight obviously) impaired, heightens the sensitivity of the other senses. namely taste, or in my case, touch as in the dark I was 100 percent positive all sorts of creepy crawlies were climbing onto me and feasting on my blood.
I am lad I got to made the pitch black dining experience and all for $1.50.. Take that £180 dans le noir dinners..
I've also had a delicious mystery meal which I cannot actually define as
I'm not exactly sure what it was.. I know I asked for chicken but found shrimps in it... It was a soup and its yumminess was uniquely determined by the fact tat the entire thing was smothered in teriyaki sauce. how very un-myanmar.
I have been eating chicken noodle soups since I got here, as an attempt a myanmar actual meat and fish cuisine left me a little disturbed. The recurring ingredient is a marinade made with stinky, fermented fish, which definitely calls to mind a vivid armpit stench smelt on the most crowded of buses at peak time in a heatwave. I hate to be this person, Ive eaten tarantulas and ants for crying out loud, but I just cannot stomach burmese armpit marinades.
I do have a third option, pick up smoking again and hard drugs.. Seriously dude, can this weirdo with pointy ears die already? I need something I can at least follow.. you never know, I may come back having learnt a new foreign language.. I'd have no idea what language exactly, but it'd still be pretty impressive!
Alright, lemme get back to my LOTR marathon.
bye bye!
xx
- comments