Boat-Bike ride to Dala

Yesterday we took our bikes on the boat across the river to Dala.

You can buy everything on the boat… from custard doughnuts to a nasty red beetle nut – tobacco chew

 

Lots of other bikes and motorbikes on the other side, one heavily laden with many chickens. Poor chickens… plucked and upside down pootling along on a bike – still alive! Yangon also has many Tri-shaws – a bicycle made for 2 (or 3).

Rainy season. Grey skies. Flooded rice paddies.

There was also a (very skinny) man on horseback… riding along a beautiful (potholed) purple flowering tree lined avenue.

After a look round an interesting temple it was time for what Ant described as the Myanmar version of a English Cream Tea. This included a shot of strong tea sweetened with condensed milk, and (for Ant) some sort of sweet bread with squirty cream and jam in the middle. During tea we both had our legs admired. Mine because of an earlier incident involving getting rather friendly with the pavement, resulting in big grazes on my arms and knees (oops), and Ant because much to the amusement of the Myanmar men in the tea house he has hairy legs. There followed a fair bit of gesticulating to indicate that none of them had any leg hair at all. Nice.

 

Nice and sweaty… and looking rather matching.

Looking towards downtown Yangon, Shwedagon and home. You really don’t have to go any distance at all to hit rural life.