Pyin Oo Lynn and the Gokteik Viaduct

From Bagan it was a six hour drive to the old colonial city of Pyin Oo Lynn.  Our guides have been fluent English speakers and drive time has been good time for asking questions. Aung had been in tourism for nearly 20 years,  much of the time working under the authoritative environment of the military regime. I had a sense that while he felt like he had more freedom now he was also aware that it could change.  Aung was passionate about the archeology of Bagan and preserving the area for future generations. He liked his job and the opportunity it presented for meeting people from around the world.

Once we reached Pyin Oo Lynn it was obvious Aung and our driver hadn't spent much time there. Plans called for us to visit a Waterfall Park and a Botanical Garden (pictured above) and we were lost. It was almost refreshing to have to find the parks the old way, without a cell phone or GPS. We asked cab drivers. Once at the Gardens we heard music. There was a concert with Myanmar's premier rock band  Iron Cross. Kat and I wanted to go. This was not in Aung's itinerary. When the Myanmar version of Hells Angels cruised past we acquiesced and had a nice walk in the deserted gardens.

The following morning we had a short walk to pick up supplies before boarding the  train that would take us across the Gokteik Gorge. In 1901 when it was constructed this was the worlds second highest railway bridge. We had tickets in normal class, where the windows were open without glass. This was great for photography but you had to be very careful about extending your hand or head less they be struck by vegetation. When seated caboose side of the window I found myself with a small pile of greenery on my lap. The train was rock and roll on wheels, not for those prone to sea sickness. It did provide some great views of the countryside and an opportunity to chat with locals. The bridge which was crossed at 5mph was cool. I loved the open windows.

No blog would be complete without sharing a bathroom photo. While all our accommodations had western style facilities, squat toilets reigned at pagoda's and any off the beaten path destination.