I wasnít one hundred percent better this a.m., but improved enough to take the full-day tour to Maymyo, a hilly resort town filled by the British with colonial-style houses and gorgeous botanical gardens. Big mistake. Our bus tackled hairpin turns sharp enough to induce nausea in even the healthiest of stomachs. And Iíd say at least half of the passengers were recovering from food poisoning.
Our smiley tour guide, who was short on historical information and long on random facts, was kind enough to share a tale about using the bathroom on a trip to China. The kicker: The toilets were out in the great wide open so he purchased a Chinese newspaper (he doesnít read or speak Chinese) to hide his face behind while he did his business. I think Iíve had enough bathroom talk for a long, long time.