WE ARE OFF TO VISIT THE VERY FAMOUS THAYET GOLF COURSE.
Getting up the river bank .... no problem ... a couple of the crew can give a lift up.
We clamber onto the days mode of transport ... no not that one ...
... this one ...
Marianne, being Marianne, takes the reins ...
& I spy todays girl in Yellow ... two girls in Yellow - A bonus day.
& here they are cracking up at Marianne, also in yellow notice, driving by ..
We have to pass through the small town ..
A quick glimpse of another girl in yellow ..
Is Marianne still with us? Still doing ok? ....
There is no end to the stuff the ladies are prepared to carry on their heads .. flowers this time ..
Mingalaba to you too young lady ...
Right hand down a bit Marianne - Turn, Turn girl, Turn ....
Ok - Phewww !
and the lady on the left has what must be the smallest of loads on her head. What is that?
A fuzzy shot of Marianne running someone off the road ...
And here we are at the Golf club. Not just any old Golf Club but the oldest Golf Club ... affiliated to St. Andrews no less.
NIce looking greens ..
but the fairway could do with a bit of work ...
The passengers get a couple of chances at a hole in one but it is enough exercise for one day & it is way too hot for me so I head off to the club house ...
... with a quick chat with the horses on the way ..
The fees seem ok but I think I will pass ..
And we take the buggy back to to the boat past yet more ladies with things on their minds
We shove off & head further upstream .. to see more life along the banks of the Ayeyarwady ...
There is our hill to climb in the morning but I decide to climb it tonight.
I get to the top & it is quite dark. There appears to be only one road & as seems the norm in these villages, the road runs along a raised bank. I turn left & look to see what's what. The raised road lets me look down on either side. I can see people in light from dwellings. People watching TV or just going about their business. No locked doors. No glass that I can see in windows. There are few people on the road. I don't see anywhere to stop & have a drink of anything & what light there is peters out so I turn & trace my steps back & past where I came up from the river.
I finally find a rather ramshackle place that looks like it might serve beer. I step down the bank & into the place. There are a few of benches, one occupied by three or four men drinking what appears to be bottles of whiskey. I sit down on another bench. There is an elderly lady at the back watching a small TV. A lady just sitting. Everyone is quite curious that I am there. I doubt they get too many tourists even during the daytime.
A man comes over & stands in front of me & I ask for a beer, he sets a large bottle in front of me. I hand him a note & he looks at me & at another man a little away from me. They both shrug & then the second man hands the first some money. I realise I have not paid enough & the other man is paying the balance of my bill.
HOW NICE IS THAT?
I don't let him pay but I was amazed at the generosity of the man.
I sat there while I drank the beer & watched life return to normal around me.
On the way back to the ship a man walked alongside me & then pointed me down a pitch black alleyway to the ship. Another man on a motor cycle parked his bike so I could walk by the light of his headlight.
Another very nice thing for people to do.
At the end of the lane & just before it dropped down to the ship I noticed some men drinking in another small bar.
After a bit of trouble finding the entrance I went in for another beer & a few nibbles of whatever snacks the people there were eating. Again I was made very welcome.
People came in from other rooms to say Mingalaba, shake hands & smile.
Another beer & I still safely negotiated the steps down to the boat.
A very pleasant evening ashore. It would not be everyones cup of tea but I enjoyed myself. My first time out at night on my own since Yangon.
I might have spent five dollars - maybe.