Mandalay. The place where I turned into the sweatiest version of myself within 5 minutes of setting foot on city grounds. I'm not ashamed to admit I spent every afternoon sitting in front the air conditioning of my room. I had no idea what else to do with myself. A fried brain, on the tipping point of delirium. In this heat, we got on bicycles to act all cool and ride around the city like it was nothing. After one hour of visiting pagodas, we got back to the guesthouse with faces fiery red. I'm not exaggerating when I say there was steam rising from my body under the cold shower. I might be exaggerating a tiny bit, but you get the point.
The second day we were smarter and got a taxi with air conditioning to drive us around. All eight of us in the car. It was nice seeing the monks lining up for lunch, the city views and temples, but my favourite part of the trip was the unexpected festival. Imagine a guy on top of a bus, singing Bon Jovi covers. In Burmese. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I cried with laughter. Sadly I didn't take pictures of this amazing event, I guess I was too busy enjoying whatever was happening on that stage.