In Myanmar, traveling by bus is a slow and continuing adventure. Up to now, I’ve spent about 45 hrs in buses – for a distance less then 1.300 kilometers. 

Some “roads” not even deserve the name. These are narrow paths which turn into mud tracks after rain. Passengers are well shaken the whole trip. Therefore they get a black plastic bag before the journey begins, and this one is used regularly by everybody – babies, ladies and monks. No stopover for vomit. Minibuses usually are packed with passengers, luggage, packages and other better or worse smelling things. And even if there is no space left, they will create more. 3 seats can be shared by 4 people and young men take place on the roof. Big buses are offering a noisy entertainment program of Buddhistic prayers, karaoke and love stories. Better bring your earplugs.

Although bus tours are not terribly comfortable, I prefer that cheap way of traveling – you see the country, its people and a part of their life. Strangers are sharing snacks and snuggling together while sleeping. Buses are lovely decorated with fresh flowers to appease the spirits and to provide a safety trip. Communication is a problem in Myanmar at all, but drivers try hard to help you, and they always know somebody who speaks some English words if they don’t. They pay attention that you will get your station or take you to your destination directly, even if you are sleeping peacefully. But be aware: you should never ask when you will arrive – that promises a big disaster in Myanmar.