Yangon – Part 2

Leaving the beach was quite hard for me, but for once we had something booked within the next week so staying still was not an option. We took a bus out of the Chaung Tha that deposited us at a random place in Yangon just before the sun set. We were about three KM away from Catie’s place (who had moved to a new house and kindly invited us to crash there) and we decided to walk. It would be the last day carrying our lighter weight backpacks and after spending the whole day sitting down on a bus, we wanted to enjoy it. Locals were a bit surprised to see us and gave us encouraging smiles and waves as we made our way to our destination.

When we arrived we were received with welcome hugs by our host. She informed us she was planning to visit Janis at their old place (where we had slept when we arrived in Yangon for the first time). We gladly joined her and picked some Vietnamese food on the way. The other room mate’s mum was there to visit her son from France, so it was really nice to have that mixture of nationalities and hear about their travel story and plans. Turns out this sweet older lady goes to Africa almost every year to bike around with a group of friends, and they leave their bikes there at the end as a gift. She was full of good stories and an awesome woman to meet.


Catie had just moved to this beautiful house that had been absolutely neglected by their previous inhabitants. The result was amazing wooden floors, gorgeous furniture falling to pieces and mould growing out of the bathroom and kitchen walls. She was full of ideas on how to turn this place around and had already done quite a bit to it. That same day she had spent it all emptying out all the rubbish the owners had left behind. As a funny side note, the girl helping her out threw out the bell in the tidying up frenzy, so we had to call her to ask to be let in…

As a way to thank her for receiving us and for being in general an amazing person, we bought a bottle of bleach and set to scrub for the next day and a half. It was hard work but we were both happy to put our bodies to good use. Some people might find it hard to believe, but after six months of travelling it is great to feel useful and lend a helping hand to someone that needs it. It was also nice to see the results of our efforts.

The second night we made dinner and then drank a bottle of rum (with coke). Catie’s French flatmate joined us and we talked for quite a few hours. We were a bit tipsy by midnight and sleep came very easily to our worn out bodies.


The last day in Yangon we had a bus to catch to the Thai border. Sadly it left at 5pm, which meant we could not join Catie at the farm to be part of a rice harvest. We spent the whole day cleaning again and walked to the front of the travel agent that had booked the bus for us, to wait for the pick up that would take us to the actual bus station. In it we met an English/Brazilian couple that had just arrived, spent a few days at the beach, and were travelling around the country afterwards. We were more than happy to give them a few tips on where to go/sleep etc. Hopefully our paths will cross again, as we visit them in the outskirts of London…

The bus took us through some obscure route that included a two hour wait in the middle of nowhere as it took the old road, part of which is only one-way. We slept through most of it so it was no huge deal. We arrived in Myawaddy in the morning and caught a bycicle taxi to the border. A festival was going on there as well, so there were lots of people dancing in the streets and having fun. It was a great way to say good bye to this amazing country that will possibly stay in our hearts as one of the best for a long, long time. Hopefully one day we will get to visit it again and see some other parts of it currently closed to tourists…

Pd. We had no photos so I used some random ones from our previous Yangon trip…

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