The jungle route got narrower and narrower as we bounced along the dirt track. You could barely see the sunlight through the dense canopy above. I wondered when our driver would turn the big 4X4 jeep around and head back. We seemed to of come a long way and the road did not seem to be widening anywhere to enable us to turn around.
First view of Myanmar
Then ahead the trees thinned and light could clearly be seen ahead. Then suddenly we were out of the jungle and the daylight blinded me briefly due to the change from the darkness of the jungle. Blinking tears from my stinging eyes my sight cleared. The jeep had stopped. At either side of the track were soldiers. Not the slack eyed Thai soldiers you normally see in Thailand these were fit, grim countenanced, hard looking men. Although not tall even their muscles had muscles. All had combat fatigues on and wife beater vests and more importantly they all had guns. They came closer to the vehicle. Continue reading
The guide suddenly stopped and stared up into the trees and motioned us to stop. He had either seen or heard something. Some sort of wildlife hopefully. We had been trekking for 3 hours and seen nothing so far. I scanned the trees hoping to find something before the guide did despite knowing his eyesight was keener then mine but it would make me feel better if I spotted it before him. We had taken a slow easy route through a forest and up into the highlands. Everything was really quiet. I could only hear my own breathing.
Queen of the jungle
“Elephants” said the German girl behind me. Continue reading
“Xin Chao” (Hello) I said in my most pleasant Hobo voice.
“Xin Chao” came the reply followed by a dazzling smile
“Do you speak english?”
” Yes” she said with the same smile
Thank god I thought. “I want a bus to Ba-Be lake in Ba-Be national park tomorrow?”
“Yes” came the reply with the same grin. Was it fixed in place? Was it really a smile or had she had a stroke that affected both sides of her body.
There was a slight pause followed by more of a pause as no more information came my way. Did she think I was just bragging or something. “Erm…. Do I get the ticket here?”
“Yes” more pause. Did she really speak English and that same smile was still stuck in place. Her cheeks must be killing by now. Images of Batman facing the Joker came to mind. Then as though someone had put a coin in the slot and pressed play she suddenly continued. “You come tomorrow 1.30 buy ticket then. Bus leaves at 2”. Continue reading