Last night, after a full 24 hours of flights and sitting-around-airports, Fang Deng and I finally got back to my apartment in the boonies outside of Beijing. More accurately, we got back this morning (it was 2 am). We were exhausted and disgusting, covered in sweat and grime. It was horrible. On the plus side, during the walk to my apartment, I taught Fang Deng the term ‘swamp ass,’ so at least her English improved a little bit.
Now is the time I should be writing about South Africa. After our two weeks there, I have so much to say. I want to write about climbing Table Mountain, or getting extremely drunk in Stellenbosch, or the weird hotel we stayed in that had previously been a train station (we slept in one of the former train cars). I’ve wanted to write about these things as they’ve happened, but everything has been so hectic it’s been impossible. Anyways, now is the time I should be writing about Cape Town and, as you can conclude, I’m not.
I’m writing about Myanmar.
See, I have about a week of vacation time left before the students come back and life reverts to being awful again. So instead of sitting around the apartment and relaxing, Fang Deng and I have decided to take a random trip to Myanmar. We will leave at 5:30 am tomorrow morning to go to the airport. We hardly have anything planned besides some flights I booked, taking us across the country in as short an amount of time as humanly possible. Neither of us knows anything about Myanmar. Except that it’s not hard for a Chinese person to get a visa to go there, which is why we picked it.
And with that, I might as well wrap this post up. I’ll have my computer with me and will do my best to make on-the-go Myanmar updates. What will they be? No idea my friend. It can be a surprise for the both of us.