Joko_Londo
Senior Member
I had four days off recently after finishing up a teaching gig in Hinthada.
Hinthada had some interesting places around it. Check out this bridge.
745 kilometers over four days. The next bridge I went over was almost as harrowing, particularly since I suffer from a touch of agoraphobia, a fear of heights and wide open spaces. Driving over the Patthein River on a rail bridge with huge gaps leading down to the water and absolutely no barriers on wither side of the bridge... harrowing.
About 50 kilometers after I had stopped for coffee, I realized something that made me feel very stupid. I wasn't wearing my backpack! Where was it? It had to be back at the tea shop all the way back over that horrible bridge. In that bag was most my money, my passport, my computer... would it still be there when I got back? I sent a personal speed record on my little Kenbo 125 heading back to that little town just north of Hinthada.
The road from Pyay to Magway typified Myanmar's tree-lined highways. Always in the shade. Traffic not too bad. And fascination by the locals at every gas station or tea shop.
One thing of interest to this forum is at 1:53 in the following video. I encounter a group of German and Swiss riders on big Kawasaki bikes they'd brought in from Thailand. I'm guessing whoever organizes this reads this forum.
Unfortunately, I accidentally deleted my footage from Magway to Mount Popa, but Popa itself had enough to make a video.
The last video, Popa to Naypyitaw, typifies another aspect of traveling by motorbike in Myanmar. Google maps showed part of the road to be a highway... it was anything but.
Hinthada had some interesting places around it. Check out this bridge.
745 kilometers over four days. The next bridge I went over was almost as harrowing, particularly since I suffer from a touch of agoraphobia, a fear of heights and wide open spaces. Driving over the Patthein River on a rail bridge with huge gaps leading down to the water and absolutely no barriers on wither side of the bridge... harrowing.
About 50 kilometers after I had stopped for coffee, I realized something that made me feel very stupid. I wasn't wearing my backpack! Where was it? It had to be back at the tea shop all the way back over that horrible bridge. In that bag was most my money, my passport, my computer... would it still be there when I got back? I sent a personal speed record on my little Kenbo 125 heading back to that little town just north of Hinthada.
The road from Pyay to Magway typified Myanmar's tree-lined highways. Always in the shade. Traffic not too bad. And fascination by the locals at every gas station or tea shop.
One thing of interest to this forum is at 1:53 in the following video. I encounter a group of German and Swiss riders on big Kawasaki bikes they'd brought in from Thailand. I'm guessing whoever organizes this reads this forum.
Unfortunately, I accidentally deleted my footage from Magway to Mount Popa, but Popa itself had enough to make a video.
The last video, Popa to Naypyitaw, typifies another aspect of traveling by motorbike in Myanmar. Google maps showed part of the road to be a highway... it was anything but.
