Something like fourteen hours of bus later, I arrived in Kalaw. It was dark and freaking cold. I mean cold, cold. Stupid Margot who lived for two month already in a tropical place and thought that she will never experience to freeze before her come back in London month later.

Anyhow, all the poor not prepared western tourists stayed in a coffee shop until the sunrise not to have to pay a room for few hours. As you can imagine, we arrived five hours before expected and none of us booked a room for that night.

Malika and Jacques, two Frenchies, my parents’ age, were traveling together in Myanmar and in a way I admired their adventurous way of doing things. Never too late to start exploring the world guys.
I met Nophar and the two boys she was traveling with in that coffee and we decided to share a double bedroom together.