The bus to Inlay Lake was a long,bumpy slightly uncomfortable journey....but we got there eventually. We had been recommended a hotel by one of the receptionists at our previous hotel in Bagan. We were picked up from the bus station (otherwise known as a junction) and taken to the hotel. We had to pay to enter the Inlay lake area which we were not too impressed about (as it goes directly to the government). The hotel was ok- it seems that in Myanmar you never get what you pay for.Rooms are very expensive and where as in other countries you would get extra things like air con or a t.v you dont in Myanmar.
We went out for some lunch and on the walk back to the hotel we stumbled upon some sort of celebration-although no one in the hotel could really explain exactly what it was for. Was interesting to see anyway.
Charlie went off to see the lake-I wasnt feeling the love. But ended up getting really lost thanks to a lying Tuk-Tuk driver. We decided to go out and have a drink (drown our sorrows for travelling all this way to see a lake we couldnt even find properly!) So a few small bottles of whiskey later (each costing something rediculous like £2) we had had a very good night.
However a bet gone horribly wrong resulted in me eating a whole chilli. I still dont understand how people enjoy the feeling of you whole mouth feeling like its on fire,then the numbness and your dribbling because you cant feel half your mouth.How is that enjoyable....
Time to go back to Yangon!
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