It took me about 40 minutes to get there since the taxi driver took forever to arrive, plus I was about 15 minutes away from the Chinatown riverfront area. On top of that, the hostel was poorly signed, in amongst a series of one way streets which meant I had actually passed by the hostel 3 times but not realised. An Aussie named Ryan joined us for dinner at a local restaurant just up the street.
Plans to meet up for the next day were briefly discussed. Basically we would meet at the ticket counter at Shwedagon Pagoda to check it out. Little did we know that there are 7 ticket counters around the Myanmar's oldest pagoda. There is a USD8 fee to enter and have your shoes minded.
We also went to see the Sule pagoda, which is in the heart of Yangon. The heart of Yangon is the zero point where all directions are started from (within Myanmar). Sule pagoda is nice, but not as impressive as Shwedagon. It also cost USD4 (USD3 entry + USD1 for shoe minding).
We had lunch at a local dive, then walked about 21 blocks back to the hostel that Chen and Ryan were staying at. They had a long nap of 1 hr, whereas my nap was interrupted by the monk's chanting in the streets below.
By now it was about 2:30pm, so we decided to go eat at the same local restaurant from the previous night. The young kid recognised us which was cute. He was just so smiley and happy to give us our meals. Since it was a tea house, he even went across the road to get us massive bottles of Myanmar beer. A cool breeze kicked in, which meant that the rain came thick and fast moments later. It gave us the perfect excuse to just chill and drink.
By 5:00pm we'd called it quits and I headed back my digs at Bike World. I caught a taxi which had two women in the front seat - one to drive, the other to navigate. It was funny yet worrying to hear them bicker over which ways was the right way to go back to my accommodation. We made it in the end, which is all that matters :)
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