Tiernan talks travel

by kangarooseamstress

We woke up early to get a boat trip across Lake Inle. It was stunning. The mist rose delicately above the water, local fisherman went about their business, the mountains circled us in the distance. Without doubt one of the beauties of the world and yet I was only thinking about where would be the politest place to throw up. I’d taken my malaria tab on an empty stomach and was regretting it. In a great show of British stoicism and courtesy, I was able to hold it in and power through. Joe loved the trip. I loved it once I’d recovered. We both loved the girl at the cigar factory. All things considered, Lake Inle was a success.

First half completed, we embarked on the second, getting a taxi to Heho to board an internal flight to Kyiang Tung. We survived it – Mum, you can stop scanning the international news for plane crashes in Burma now.

We found out on arrival that, in one of our less fine backpacker moments, we’d missed the last bus to the Thai border and were stuck in Kyiang Tung with no information on how to get out. We ended up forking out far too much money on a cab journey with a driver who felt too comfortable with overtaking on bendy mountain roads, even laughing at one point when we drove past an overturned truck.

After a plane and taxi, we then had to walk the bridge into Mae Sai, Thailand, and were beginning to realise that we really hadn’t put as much thought as we should have into today’s journey. In one of our less fine backpacker moments, we’d missed the last bus and were stuck in Mae Sai with no information on how to get out. We ended up forking out far too much on a cab journey to Chiang Mai, thankfully though without any mountains en route.

It’s been a long day, but we’ve had a magnum each, leaving us happy and ready for bed.

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