They say
travel is supposed to broaden the mind and I guess that is true.
Since
being here in Myanmar we have both been impressed with the quality of the
driving we see and have experienced first hand. With a huge range of 'vehicles'
on the road it is just as well that by and large the drivers don't speed and
generally give way with a friendly wave. We have travelled in taxis, buses,
truck buses, horse carts and on bikes and found that to be true.
Enter the
share taxi!! As the name implies it is a regular, or what passes for regular in
these parts, taxi but instead of it being chartered by one person or group of
people it is a common carrier that will take you to your destination for a
fixed, or negotiable fee. The drivers of share taxis are not of the friendly
wave, give way low speed variety, they are amped up on betel nut, in a hurry, short
of time, put out by any other road users, lane swapping wannabe race car
drivers.
So what
did we do today? After a discussion with the hotel manager, Vicky and I elected to
travel by share taxi to Pyin Oo Lwin, home of a great Botanical Garden modelled
on none other than the Kew Gardens itself. The start to the day wasn't all that
encouraging really. We appeared in the hotel lobby just before our appointed
start time of 7.30 am to be greeted and ushered towards the vehicle which we
(correctly) thought bore a strong resemblance to an airport taxi. When it was
finally understood that we didn't want to go to the airport and we weren't in
room 405, the assembled throng of staff, driver, various passers by and other
hotel guests all looked positively saddened that we had so rudely spurned the
offer of a perfectly good mini bus to the airport.
But we do
want to go to Pyin Oo Lwin, the manager teed it up for us yesterday...
The airport
mini bus driver took off and Mr Aung, the hotel manager was phoned for
clarification. I spoke to him and he was adamant that we wanted to go to the
airport and that we had rejected out of hand the idea of a day trip anywhere. I
was instructed to return the phone to the receptionist who had a brief
discussion before hanging up. When I looked expectantly at him he announced,
"your tour cancelled." Just as this discussion was happening another
foreign type man and his Thai wife appeared at reception with their luggage in
tow. After several minutes I asked that Mr Aung be called again and I spoke to
him of our arrangement, I reminded him of several key exchanges in our
conversation and that we were in room 505 and I think he finally remembered who
we were and our deal, I was once again instructed to give the phone back to the
receptionist who spoke briefly to him, hung up and told me to wait 10 minutes.
Relieved that our cancelled tour was now back on track I sat down to wait out
the '10 minutes'. By this time the other foreign type, an American man was
getting a bit hot under the collar about, you guessed it, his airport mini
bus!!! He was busy telling the staff that if they said 7.30 then the bus should
******* well be there at 7.30. He told the reception staff that he wasn't angry
at them,
the manager was to blame and where was he anyway... It was all I could do not
to ask him if he was in room 405...
Anyway
their mini bus returned and off they went to the airport at about 7.45. Our
share taxi arrived a few minutes later. Of course we had to then begin
negotiations all over re our destination and cost, 7,000 kyats for the front
seat and 6,000 for the back seat, about 6 and 7 dollars respectively not the
slightly inflated figures the spokesperson for the driver was insisting on.
Agreed
and off we went only to stop less than 1km from our starting point and into the
back of the car went several boxes. A new Mr Driver took over clutching a ragged
piece of paper and we were off, again.
'Merging' into the ever flowing traffic
is a definite art here and it pays just to keep looking forward let me tell
you.
He shouted into his phone a couple of times stared at his paper a few times
then spotted his target walking along the road. The woman in question gestured towards a building where we screeched to a halt. Another person in the house
raced towards us with an overnight bag and into the back of the car it went and
into the back seat with me the woman sits. Off again, I don't think so, as more
phone shouting and crumpled paper inspection indicated another pick up was
imminent. Yes, our final passenger is a friend of the woman in the back seat
and as it turns out they were off to a temple for a few days of retreat-great
idea!
Now we were really off, ducking and weaving and occasionally even driving within a
lane! Mr Driver was hell bent on eclipsing his best time and is using the horn
as though it were a magical traffic clear all!!! As we climbed into the
mountains the G Forces at work on the long sweeping right hand bends glued the
woman next to me. We were stuck together like the opposite poles of a magnet
until the car veered off in the other direction. Only then could she rearrange
and recompose herself while I edged ever further towards my door.
Apart
from that, it really was quite beautiful climbing out of Mandalay heading for
the old summer retreat and we did get some decent views down onto the plain
below as the scenery rushed past us. I
couldn’t get a picture, however, due to my
rather pinned down position in the back.
In Pyin
Oo Lwin the magnificent old Colonial mansions spoke of days gone by and the
horse carriages that still ply the roads provided the slimmest of links to the
'grand old days' of yore. After seeing the living conditions down on the plain
and the opulence of the mansions up there you can really see the glaring
inequalities of the Colonial system.
We
dropped the gals at their temple and then raced towards our target of the
Gardens. I tell you I don't remember being quite so glad to get out of a car as
I felt then. I literally flew out the door without even looking back. We
thanked Mr Driver from a safe distance, bought our entry tickets and felt great
to be back on terra firma.
The
gardens were in fact lovely. We wandered past numerous beds of flowers being
attended to by attentive attendants, a lovely lake, some serious swans and to
our surprise a pair of takins. Takins are the national animal of Bhutan and we
thought they only existed there, but no, here they were looking pretty
comfortable in Mandalay. Takins are like giant guinea pigs, but with horns by the
way.
I thought I should take a picture to prove they were there when, to my
shock and horror I realised that my camera was not in my bag, nor in my pocket,
nor in my hand-it was nowhere to be seen! I had foolishly left it in the taxi,
simply overlooking it in my desire to get out of there as fast as possible.
Many images and thoughts run through your head at these times not least of
which is how could I have been so stupid?? Closely followed by the thought of
doing the all the paperwork at the police station for the insurance claim in
the event of it not being found, arrghh!
We bee
lined back to the entrance in the hope of being able to find and use a phone to
again call our friend Mr Aung. The girls at the entrance were sympathetic but
they had no phone and it was up to the very nice Security Guard who simply
handed his mobile over to me.
Mr Aung understood the situation after several
very frustrating minutes of me trying to establish just who I was and just what
had happened. I think the key exchange there was actually Mr Security shouting
at the phone from a distance of a couple of metres or so that his foreigners
had left their camera in the taxi. No problem, no problem OK, OK Mr Aung
assured me before proceeding to completely baffle me with some talk of the
share taxi company office and his friend the driver. I interrupted him and simply
asked him to call the driver to see if the camera was in fact in the taxi. No
problem, no problem OK, OK Mr Aung repeated and then told me that if I had any
problems I should call him back! I quickly responded by telling him that I did
have a problem and that I was calling him then! I asked him to check and to
please call back asap and we left it at that. Mr Security seemed happy enough
with the outcome and, along with his colleagues, proceeded to eat his lunch of
fried noodles. He kindly offered us some lunch too which was way above and
beyond the call of duty.
After
about 20 minutes we again asked him if
we could use his phone and he instantly agreed. This time Mr Aung appeared to
be outside, perhaps walking to the share taxi office. He was maintaining a
conversation, audible to all and sundry at my end of the call, but nothing he
was saying was making the slightest bit of sense to me. The first intelligible
words of English were, perhaps predictably by this stage, no problem, no
problem OK, OK, hanging up now!!! I implored him to stop and wait a moment and I
tried to think of the easiest way for me to find out the status of his search
for my camera, not easy as he was by then off again talking about the share
taxi company. Does the driver have my camera I managed to ask him, when I heard the beginning of the no problem routine Mr Security took over and literally
shouted down the mouthpiece which only served to inspire Mr Aung to even greater
volume and lesser understandability... Then after several minutes of voluminous
exchanges, Mr Security handed the phone back to me. I tried the old ‘does the driver have my camera’ routine and Mr Aung told me at Unity Hotel! My camera is
at the hotel I gasped excitedly as in our hotel in Mandalay I asked seeking
further clarification as there was a Unity Hotel just down the road from the
Gardens but of course Mr Aung was getting into the opening phase of his no
problem, no problem thing when once again Mr Security took over, this time
electing to simply shout from a distance rather than actually down the throat
of the phone. The call ended and I was still pretty much none the wiser but
fairly confident that my camera was either at the hotel down the road or back in
Mandalay. Mr Security confirmed that it was the Mandalay Unity Hotel that was
being discussed and we all felt very relieved that my camera was not only found
but had been returned to our hotel.
Genuinely
relieved we again tried to pay for the calls and this time were successful in
at least giving him a small token of thanks. We returned to the gardens in the increasingly
heavy rain and took a further look around some of the sights before calling it
quits and deciding to head back to the city. Our friend, Mr Security, was happy to call a share taxi for us and we were glad to think he could put a bit of
business his friend's way. The standard 10-minute waiting time was over in a
flash as an ancient Toyota Corolla wagon coughed and lurched up to the entrance
gate. I glanced in the rear section and saw boxes and figured it was par for
the course to be delivering goods and people, I also noticed another passenger,
a big guy, in the back seat. I instantly felt claustrophobic at the thought of
that big fellow clamped to my side during the curvy descent. After I got in I
realised that the passenger in the back seat was none other than Mr Driver from
the way up!!!
He was literally beaming at me and the red gash of his betel nut
stained smile was rather the sight I can tell you. He then mimed taking a
picture and that at least gave me comfort that my camera was somewhere safe. Bewdy.
We motored
back to the centre of Pyin Oo Lwin, stopped in a side street and Mr First
driver got out, we thought we were changing cars but Mr New Driver motioned us
to stay still as Mr Betel Nut smile sauntered across the road, opened up his
taxi, got my camera out and returned it to me with a flourish and more huge,
rouge smiles!! Happy as Larry I rewarded his honesty and good humour with a
small token of appreciation as we drove to the market area. Just like that he
was gone and a new passenger as well as more boxes joined us for the trip back to
Mandalay. The new passenger was a young man clutching an absolute brick of
money and a mobile phone, the de rigeur travelling set!!!
Off we went. Now that we got a look at Mr New Driver we could see that he was of course
another manic Betel nut chewer and if anything even more determined to set a
record time for the downward journey. His thumb literally never left the horn
button and despite the horn ceasing to work after a particularly bumpy section
of road, he worked it for all it was worth.
I think
all of central Myanmar knew about my camera as we were dropped right at our
hotel and the driver actually came in to the lobby to let the staff know that
he had returned the loser and the lost camera safe and sound. Smiles all round.
What a
day, what an education. Never judge a book by its cover, reward good deeds and always
shout when on the phone!
This entry is absolutely hysterical. Glad you shared it. Keep them coming....
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