Night Bus
Hsipaw to Yangon to Bagan,
We unknowing cruise the highway of death.
Notorious for traffic accidents,
It claimed two busloads last year.
High speeds, small bridges, tired drivers, animal crossings.
Naw Pyi Daw, the nation's expensive capital flies by.
Conceived for the government, not the people.
Sparsely populated, somewhat boycotted.
A strip lights up like Vegas,
Blindingly out of place.
The food centre's popcorn is so horrid street dogs won't touch it.
3 a.m. arrival. New strategic bus station, outside Bagan.
Haggle over taxi prices,
Nearly walk.
Renegotiate for a truck bed seat.
Have we booked a room for tonight?
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We've made it to the 100th drabble! I've been tearing apart and rebuilding this one all morning so I hope you enjoyed it. I've also have learned some interesting facts.
Did you know that the way to signal that you want to pass in Myanmar is to honk then the person will turn on their left signal light which either means 'Don't pass, I'm not moving over' or 'Go ahead and pass'? Not the clearest signal. According to traffic law the right signal is supposed to indicate that its safe to pass while the left means it's safe to overtake but illegal at this point.
If you want to know more about the highway of death, check out the external link. There's a fairly detailed article about it.
Thanks for reading.
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