Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. — Dr Seuss

travel diary — day 315

day 311 — today was a fairly easy day. i had break­fast and drank a cof­fee at an out­door café. i checked email and walked around town. i spent a few hours online in the after­noon, had din­ner and slept.

day 312 — my morn­ing routine had settled into break­fast and cof­fee. the small café had a few seats in the sun and the owner had star­ted see­ing me reg­u­larly, but today would be the last day. after break­fast i bought my train ticket back to yangon.

the day before i’d spoken to a cycle rick­shaw driver about where i could get another tat­too. so today he took me to a small place hid­den in a back alley. the guy was a decent tat­too­ist, so after a long con­ver­sa­tion we decided on a design. two hours (and $15) later i had my tat­too. i returned to the hotel for a rest.

i had a really good ham­burger and beer for din­ner, then went to see ‘the mous­tache broth­ers’ show again. it was my second time to see them per­form, and i was dis­ap­poin­ted that i couldn’t organ­ise a video cam­era to record the whole performance.

day 313 — i woke up early, had a quick shower and got the train to yan­gon. it was a long, bor­ing day on the train with noth­ing much to see.

we arrived in yan­gon on time, which was nice, and i walked across town to my hotel. actu­ally, my arse was sore from the wooden seats on the train, and i was quite tired. i grabbed a quick din­ner and went to sleep.

day 314 — i returned to the indian embassy first thing the next morn­ing. i paid for the visa, which i was able to pick up in the after­noon. i returned to the hotel and changed rooms, tak­ing a room with a much nicer view. i read my book on the bal­cony for a while and then went for a walk around town. i stopped by the air india office and bought my ticket to kolkata

i hadn’t felt like tak­ing pho­tos, so i just wandered through the mar­kets and streets. i had lunch and walked past a yan­gon united fc store which was just open­ing up. i bought some souven­irs to send back to craig and headed back towards the embassy. i col­lec­ted my pass­port and visa, enjoyed another sugar cane drink from the local street vendors and went back to the hotel. i read my book and slept.

day 315 — after break­fast i decided to relax in the rooftop ham­mocks and read my book. i got talk­ing to an amer­ican tour­ist, also called dave, who shared with me a prize col­lec­tion of lonely planet pdf files. sweet!! i wandered into town, checked email and stumbled across a small group of loc­als play­ing chess. i stopped to watch and ended up play­ing three games. i got thrashed each game by a guy who clearly spends a lot of time play­ing chess!

i had din­ner and returned to the hotel. in the even­ing i fin­ished ‘the book thief’, messed around with some mp3s and went to bed.


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