The next day was a do-nothing sort of day. The only excitement for the day was the food. I had a very average burger for lunch, but it was accompanied by a “Black Owl,” which consists of beer, tamarind, orange, and lime. It. Was. Delicious. Tamarind + anything = delicious, but I never would have thought to put it in beer.
For dinner, we went to an Indian restaurant, where Jo whooped my butt twice in what is essentially a mini version of pool. It’s a small square table with a pocket in each corner. On the table are green and yellow flat round counters, along with a larger round counter that acts as the white ball. It glides surprisingly well–like an air hockey puck. You flick the large counter and try to sink the counters, pretty much like a pool game of solids versus stripes. I suck at pool, so I wasn’t surprised that Jo crushed me. This was payback for Mario Kart the other night.
(Sidenote: I hate when I forget to take pictures.)
Perhaps I needed just a bit more alcoholic confidence on my side to help me win–though it’s probably a good thing I didn’t have anymore; Jo and I were already the loudest people in the room. The staff didn’t seem to mind us at all, though. In fact, at the end of the night, just before they closed shop for the night, they gave us a large beer to share, on the house. We hung around for a while and talked with one of the servers and one of the chefs.
Then we went back to our hotel and I passed out immediately.
I wouldn’t call it a hangover, but I woke up the next morning with zero desire or energy to get out of bed. I woke up after my typical four hours of sleep at around 4:30 and told myself I’d get up and blog at 6:30. That turned into 7:00, which then turned into 7:30, and so on. By the time 8:00 rolled around, I figured I might as well get up for breakfast.
After a quick breakfast with Jo and Nok, I went back to my room, showered, packed, and hopped right back in bed for another hour.
Finally, at 10:30, I forced myself to get up and go rent a bicycle.
I asked the shop owner where he’d recommend I visit. He suggested the hot water springs an hour ride away or a nearby winery. I opted for the hot water springs and hopped on my new ride.
It was a gorgeous, though admittedly slight bumpy ride through the countryside.
Why did the buffalo cross the river?
Beats me, but it’s cool to watch. I’d guess it was probably to eat.
Or because his owner beats the crap out of him until he does so.
Then I spotted some kids playing volleyball, and I couldn’t resist joining in the fun. They were damn good for kids their age, though it seemed like there was one kid who was older than the rest of them, and he was putting on a show. The rest of them were helpless to defend his spikes.
I joined for a while and tried to talk with them, but none of them seemed to know any English. But it was still fun; we shared the language of volleyball. I played with them for about 15 minutes, benched myself to snap some photos, and continued on my way.
After that, I only stopped to take a photo of a farmer and his family riding a tractor and for a short water break.
I was hoping the water springs were in a scenic natural environment like El Ojo de Agua on Ometepe Island in Nicaragua, but they were actually a part of a hotel. It was still pretty and relaxing though–particularly because, at its busiest, there were 9 of us there. Numbers ranged from 4 to 9 in the few hours I was there.
There were five identical little pools, as well as a restaurant, where I enjoyed a delicious place of fish and chips after relaxing with my book for a good 40 minutes.
Then it was back to town to catch a bus to Yangon, which is where I’m writing from right now. See you soon, Yangon! Only ten more hours to go…