ทัวร์พม่า As soon as I read this excerpt from a Rudyard Kipling poem, I knew I had to visit Burma one day. But I patiently bided my time until I could visit the country properly, which for me only means one way; from the seat of a motorcycle. It was to be several years later, but my fantasy motorcycle tour finally did turn into a reality.
The two key stumbling blocks that were halting my Burmese bike jaunt—when to do it, and what would I ride?—had only fallen into place the previous week. The ‘when’ part, I decided for several reasons, should be as soon as possible. because America, my home country, had just slapped trade restrictions on Burma and travel restrictions in the future were a distinct possibility. It was either now or never.
This was also Visit Myanmar Year, and tourist visas were lengthened to 30 days, a big improvement for motorcycle tours over Burma’s usual seven-day pass. Who knew if this was a permanent or temporary change?
But the decisive factor was finding out from a friend of a friend of a friend who works in Yangon, Burma’s capital, that someone there knew a guy who would rent me a motorcycle for as long as I liked. Upon hearing this I immediately bought a plane ticket.
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