Being more of a four wheel (or more) type of person I was somewhat hesitant to participate in the motorbike trip organised by my intrepid wife Sonia.
However, I shouldn’t have been worried… as our bike ‘chauffeurs’ took great care of their four pillion passengers.
We were all given helmets and they were wearing longyis, trackers or thongs.
No one spoke English but it didn’t matter one bit.
We visited four ‘sites’. One had a hilltop view overlooking the countryside of Yenangyaung.
The sky was blue and the temperature just right for a hoon up and down local roads. Out of town we cruised through a very unusual landscape which was dotted with small oil rigs, some still working.
The area was once the Burmah Oil company and later, British Petroleum (BP). Every story starts somewhere.
We relished in soaking up the colours, smells and sounds of the town starting a new day.
Locals were by the road collecting loose change for their monasteries, cows meandered in the middle of the road without disturbing anyone, stall holders were opening up their pop up breakfast ‘cafes’ or shops.
Our small group was shown a Second World War Chinese memorial commemorating an important battle against the Japanese invasion.
Another stop had us amongst huge ancient stone ‘books’ with beautifully inscribed Burmese words located in a small temple complex. Tourists would never find this without local intelligence.
Our last stop was a pagoda that will become an island, when the wet season comes. It was in the river bed surrounded by farms.
The two hour trip was organised by Lei Thar Gone guest house – beautiful magical oasis that is highly recommended.
I am now seriously considering participating in the next Paris to Dakar rally.