Pathein Bus StationBus station Pathein
As we cautiously walked across the muddy area to the passengers' wait area, I almost dropped a flip-flop in the silt. That journey lasted only about 2 hrs, along a small, single-lane, serpentine street, up some hill, through the forest, and several paddy fields, while all the time, Myanmar exploded popular tunes from a handheld loudspeaker in front of the bus.
Viewed from afar, the paddy paddies looked like bright verdant quilted blankets decorated with tan embroideries. Since we knew it was still it was the time of the monsoons, we were still tirelessly searching for a way to Ngwe Saung Beaches, even if only to see a Myanmar bath. Inquiring about a bus from Yangon to the coast, we were told by several ticketing agencies that there are no busses to the shore in the wet seasons.
We needed 3 cities, 3 busses, 3 motorcars and 2 motorcycles to get here. After disembarking at an unsignposted bus stop, we were taken to a hotel by another motorcycle taxi. This long section of powdery, bright, caramel-coloured sandy beaches was almost empty and almost imposing, except for a few fishermen who threw out their fishing gear, their clothing in gusting winds, rain up to their knees. 2.
Then in the afternoons, the snow covered the ground with a pale grey coating that finally turned into rich, brown coal, until the whole skies took on the colour of soots. It' simple to appreciate the sea on a sun-drenched days, but the sea on a wet one is just as nice.
Lettering on the decks of our seaside bungalows, stretched out on a large wood stool, just a few hundred metres from the stomping, solid shafts, to the sound track of the low, guttural, roaring thunder? it won't be much better than that.