Three days later…

You probably have seen this movie by Danny Boyle: 28 days later (if you didn’t you should, it’s one of my favorite one and it looks like it has been copied a lot but never equaled).

Well, I could have been the perfect description for another opus of this zombie movie. I would have been the main star: pale, cerned eyes, walking at 2km/h, blood in my shoes, weird sounds coming from my sore throat and liquid coming out of my nose, greasy hair and unknown smell surrounding me…

Each night, after the 7 hours of usual walk, we were resting in some locals place where our personal cook was serving us delicious vegetarian food. Our lovely guide were always joining us after to talk and laugh. Taking a shower were the hardest part. I caught a cold when I arrived in Kalaw and didn’t want it to be worse so I kinda skipped the freezing water bucket open door shower. Just the minimum you know? 

Around 8pm, everybody was too exhausted and we were happily going to rest our sore body on the small futon in the “living room” of the hut we were staying at.
    
    
    
    
    

During the day, you are going from a tribe to another, lucky to observe how the people are leaving and working, the kids going to school and the landscapes always incredibly different from a mountain to another. In some parts, you’ll find chili fields, further it will be orange trees or garlic. Each tribe have their own culture and specialities. 

Our nice little guide introduced us to her parents who were probably the nicest people ever. Her father was a doctor and used to go from a tribe to another to cure illness with traditional medication.

I’ve seen during these few days much smiles on the faces of the people than in ten years living in Paris. I’ve also seen things that thought disappeared hundred years ago on earth… The way they are still using traditional skills to make the plants grow or how they serve the food to kids at school blew my mind away.

I highly recommend this “activity” if you are around this area. 
    
    
    
  

The last part of the trek is actually a boat trip to the lake Inle. Fisherman are staying stable on these long boats and are fishing with what it looks like… Their feet.

I’ve been recommended to stay in that city by a lot of people but I wanted to treat myself for Christmas by staying in Bagan so I needed to rush their to be on time.

After a warm goodbye to everybody, I had a shower (one of the best of my life) and got ready to take a night bus (again).