Trekking (or not) in Kalaw
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It stormed all night and we awoke to a totally flooded courtyard wondering if we would be able to make it out today. Our original plan was to go to the local market this morning and then have breakfast before driving back down the mountain. Unfortunately the market is underwater so we will have to revert to Plan B.
We had breakfast with Tobin as we watched the water level rise and the rain come down. The road into town was inundated with knee deep gushing water and the house started flooding. Min Min came out and told us that a dam had broken and we would have to wait and see if we could make it to Kalaw. Actually what we thought he said was that we would have to see about the "saturation" of the road - pretty big vocabulary for a non-native speaker (his English is great but occasionally a little tough to grasp).
We ended up sitting in the dining room playing chess with Tobin and waiting for news (but since there was no electricity there wasn’t any TV.) One of the girls who works here said her house was flooded waist deep with a smile on her face, nothing seems to bother them.
We went to hang in the room a bit, and then Min Min told us that the broken dam had been temporarily fixed for the visiting VP who was here to attend the last day of the festival. He said we should go now because the dam repair probably wouldn't last so we waded to the car and prepared for another exciting journey.
The ride was wet, slow and tedious but Kalaw is normally only a couple hours from Inle so it only took about three hours, not bad all things considered.
We checked into our new digs in Kalaw, the Eastern Paradise - I hope
Later we walked around Kalaw but not much was going on because of the weather.
We had dinner at a local Chinese place that, like many restaurants here, had no prices on the menu (we have learned to ask). The conspiracy theory voice in my head tells us that this is so they can gauge your level of ignorance and gullibility and charge accordingly (there is most definitely a two tier, local and tourist pricing system here). After dinner I saw Cindy try to surreptitiously swap our beer mugs because a fly was doing the breaststroke in her beer - ain't love grand. A Burmese cover of CCR's ''Proud Mary" was playing on the jukebox, wonder if they pay royalties? Maybe that can be the next RIAA target.
We walked back to