Bagan to Inle
We rose at 4:45 am and ran (the training has begun), to the stupa near Bouleddi. Being seasoned backpackers, we were of course, the first ones there. We stuck on some nouveau classical and breathed in the sunrise, and felt like the luckiest backpackers on earth.
The perfect morning was perhaps slightly marred by a brief panic that followed the misplacing of my phone at a stupa, and Tiernan locking our key in our room. The latter problem was only resolved after a locksmith was called, as they didn’t have spares. Not one of our finest backpacking moments.
The rest of the day was spent lounging, reading and eating nuts, before departing on a coach to Lake Inle. I can’t be bothered to write 1000 words…so here’s the rest