During the Covid 19 crisis, when people are dying of this disease, it seems selfish to even think of traveling. The right thing to do is to stay at home right now. But for some of us, we are at home where ever we find ourselves in the world. So although I am confining myself to the address on my driver's license, there are many other places I long to be.
I also feel at home in Semuto, Uganda; Petchabun, Thailand and Rurrenbaque, Bolivia. As well as places I have never been but only dreamed about.
This virus has stolen so much from us. Including the chance to travel. And the pain is real.
We expected to spend our retirement travelling. And for people of our age, it feels like some of the best days of our live are being stolen from us. My son reminded me that many young adults will have their careers disrupted by stay at home orders as well as the economic crisis which is sure to follow. Children and post secondary students are having their schooling disrupted. Two things are sure: that this will eventually end and that no one that is old enough to remember it, will ever forget it. The great pandemic of 2020.
We struggled with the decision to travel to Myanmar. It was at the height of the world coming to know about the human rights abuses of the Rohingya people by the Myanmar government. Should we be boycotting Myanmar? Would we be in physical danger by going there? Could we get caught in a cross fire? We decided that tourism would likely be down and so it might be a good time. Also we were not really convinced that our personal boycott would improve the situation in anyway and decided to go.
We travelled for about 3 weeks. After landing in Yangon our first stop was Mandalay. We then took a boat to Bagan, flew to Inle Lake, then enjoyed a few days on the beaches of Ngapali before wrapping up with a few days in Yangon. We had hoped to travel down the panhandle of Myanmar for a few days, but the travel is by bus and we did not have enough time.
Having travelled extensively in SE Asia we expected Mandalay to be a bit touristy but it was not. On our first day there we were followed to lunch by a young man who desperately wanted to be our driver. We agreed to go with him that afternoon.