The road to Mandalay

God, I have always wanted to say that I was on the road to Mandalay, and by golly I was. For 11 f**king hours...
I even played the Robbie Williams song on my iPod but it just did not lift my mood. Maybe it was the fact that there were two men sleeping on my shoulders, four babies practising for the Olympic synchronised screaming discipline and my legs were numb from the thighs down.

Mandalay (the original and cultural capital of Burma) itself is nice enough, but hotter than inside of Satan's boxer shorts on a long bus ride, so I left the next day to...