I woke up at 7 am. Marlijn and Arno had told me about a nearby gym the night before; it was 5,000 kyat (about $3) for a day pass, so I thought I’d check it out. It was a tiny room on the second floor of a building. They had a few treadmills, so I stepped onto one and ran 6 km, which is a little over 3.5 miles.
I also did a BBG ab workout, which was pretty hard since I barely ever strength train anymore. The last time I did abs or any type of strength was 3 weeks ago in the Philippines.
I went back to the hostel, showered, and then met Marlijn and Arno downstairs. We started walking toward Nourish Cafe for lunch. Marlijn was really excited about the place since they had the same type of food she cooks at home. Marlijn and I both got pita sandwiches, and Arno got a middle eastern platter with hummus, baba ghanoush, tabbouleh, pita, and felafel. My sandwich had tofu shawarma and it was DELICIOUS. Loved it (especially with hot sauce lol).
We got a cab from Nourish to the water park.
The water park was … interesting. There was barely anyone there. The ratio of employee to patron was about 5:1. There were SO MANY workers: gardeners, construction workers, painters, customer service staff, life guards, ride attendants… the list goes on. Yet there were only about 10 of us there in total.
We explored for a while— we started off at the lazy pool, then went on a couple smaller slides, a couple bigger slides, and ended at the wave pool. The wave pool was HILARIOUS. All the locals wore life jackets, except the pool was shallow enough that you could stand at any area of it. And the waves were so small, there’s no way you could even get caught in them. But the life guard blew his whistle any time any of them took off their life jackets for even a minute.
They also played the music videos of every song on this huge screen above the pool. At one point they played an AMAZING kids’ dance version of “Stand Up” by Ludacris, and I died. It was incredible.
After the water park we went back into the city and found somewhere to eat. We stumbled upon this place called Root, which looked cool. I wasn’t super hungry— it was 3 pm— so I had some stir fried chayote and rice. It was happy hour so we all had a beer as well.
We got some avocados on the way home. We got 5 for a little more than a dollar— CRAZY!!
We walked back to the hostel to arrange accommodations at our next destination: Hpa An, a city 12 hours drive southeast of Yangon. All the hostels were booked, so we got a hotel. Not ideal, but it was our only choice.
We decided to go back out for more drinks with a few other people from the hostel. We had a few beers, chatted, had a light meal (green curry for me), and then decided to check out a nearby jazz bar. They had a live band, which was actually really nice. We decided to split a bottle of wine between the 4 of us, and it was the first time I really felt classy since backpacking.
They told me about European wine etiquette— how the waiter is supposed to bring the wine to the table and have the person who ordered it taste it, then explain a bit about the history/taste of the wine to the table, then set it down at the back of the table, and make sure that the label is facing the front so that the customers can read it. I didn’t know about hardly any of that, so it was pretty cool to learn.
We walked back to the hostel around 10, hung out some more, and then we all started trickling away to bed. I ended up in bed around midnight.