We were treated to a special sunrise atop Kyaiktio, the sky showing off its best.
For these reasons there is a large tourism industry atop the hill. Shops selling tourist nicknacks and food were abundant. There are hotels and restaurants too. To support this industry, a town has grown from the side of the hill. It was fun to explore and meet the people who lived on Kyaiktio. There was even a school!
By 6am the town was in full “hustle bustle” mode. An interesting part of this was the monk’s procession. The maroon colour of their robes was striking. With some friends I wandered around, taking it all in.
You can’t drive your car up Kyaiktio. You can’t drive your motorbike or truck or bicycle or scooter either! To get up and down you must use their transportation. The day before as we were going up, Kenneth our guide turned to me and said “get ready for fast and furious 9”. I did not take him seriously, but holy cow he wasn’t joking! From the getgo the driver was on at breakneck pace, hardly slowing for corners. We whipped through the jungle, around hairpin turns and past a cool waterfall. Halfway up we stopped to wait, because the road ahead was suitable for just one truck at a time. During this stop someone from our group informed us that these trucks occasionally roll over. This took the smiles off our faces briefly, but soon as we were going again I was grinning ear to ear. I couldn’t help it. The ride down was just as fun.
A two hour drive brought us to Bago, and the Bagostar hotel. (Which quickly got the name Bago Onestar hotel). I really didn’t think it was that bad! Ernie braved the cloudy swimming pool and some others of us explored the neighbourhood, a rural area.
Dinner was great and the table conversation was even better.
You would think with 21 hours of flying and 8 hours of airport waiting time I could have accomplished more than this one post… so as always I’ll say:
More to come!
Thanks for reading,