I was upset. Although it wasn't my "main" ukulele, I was fond of this concert uke I'd only bought a few months before and have made my travel uke. I supposed I should have gone back down the road and looked for it, but again, this a very busy street. If it hadn't been runover, it had certainly been picked up
My regret lasted all of ten seconds. A truck pulled up and they handed me my ukulele in its case. I guess they were behind me when it fell, they stopped and picked it up and went chasing after me. Thing is, in a city, motorcycles can go much faster than trucks. We get around the traffic. But these guys didn't give up. After they handed it to me, they insisted I open up the case to check the instrument. What I feared might have been a mangled mess of wood and strings turned out to be nothing of the sort. Not even a scratch.
I thanked my uke rescuers profusely. They didn't have to do that. I don't even think they did it because they recognized me as a foreign visitor, something that would be difficult to tell if you're following a motorcyclist from behind. They did it just because, like 99% of the people here, they're simply good people.
Several previous mechanics had refused to fix it, as replacing this particular bracket involved a lot work, essentially requiring removing the engine from the motorbike. Two to three hours work. I didn't care what it cost. I could hear the tailpipe starting to crack. I needed this repair.
Just a block from my hotel in Taunggyi, there was a mechanic's shop. Along with an oil change, I asked the mechanic to fix the problem. I did not enquire what it would cost. I went back to the hotel and couple hours later, came back. It was fixed. How much?
"Thauwn Thaun", I thought he said. 30,000 Kyats. That's about $21. Well, a bit more than I was expecting to pay, but still not that bad for what I had had done. Or so I thought.
|Fittingly, the 10K Kyats note pictures the Mandalay moat which you'll|
see in the next video.
I did. They had the phone. They'd even wrapped it a plastic bag and had put it away. Again, they could've claimed ignorance and I couldn't have proved otherwise, and they'd have had something equivalent to months of profits from their little business.
The world could learn a lot from the world's most generous nation. Probably not going to happen; I just hope Myanmar doesn't learn from the rest of the world.
Okay, so back to the Epic. In this episode, I visit the world's (two) largest books, an amazing old wooden monastery and I try to cross the moat and enter the military base. At the center of the base was a reconstruction of the old Mandalay royal palace on the site where it once stood. It was destroyed in WWII.
|I don't argue with guys carrying an AK-47|