It was pitch black outside as my fiancé Karla and I peddled our way back to the guesthouse from the restaurant we had dinner at. There were no street lights as we raced through the little town of Bagan, which proved a little scary but also enjoyable as it was one of the rare times to experience no traffic. It was much more serene.
As we got closer to the guesthouse, we passed by a small stream that made it’s way into the Irrawaddy river. Under one of the few streetlights in the area, a couple of guys were singing while another played the guitar. We were certainly tired and ready for bed but I couldn’t help but think how cool it would be to mingle with them. These are the kind of opportunities I long for when I travel. Karla decided to go back to the room and I decided to park the bike and sit down with them. They welcomed me to join them but not much was said. I didn’t speak Burmese and they had little english so I just listened and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, one of them sat down beside me and tried his best to learn about me. He told me his name and asked what brought me to Bagan. He mentioned how surprised he was that I would come sit with them.