Two days in bed. My stomach, the same one I thought could digest rocks, cried for help after having the most delicious curry in Myanmar. We had to cancel our boat trip. They were kind and let us cruise through Inle Lake when our cry for help hugging toilets stopped.
We started out trip just before the sunrise. I loved everything about it. The morning freshness, crispy sky coloured by the most gorgeous morning sun.
I remember scrolling through travel posts on Instagram and seeing Burmese fishermen performing stunts while catching their dinner. I wanted to see it, take a picture and tick a box.
Do you see a picture of a fisherman that screams the most authentic travel experience?
The truth is this gentleman is not fishing at all. He is posing. It is just an illusion. He looked so miserable in the middle of Inle Lake waiting for silly tourists to reach him and make the very authentic travel snaps. It made me feel so bad. Every single time I look at that picture I remember his face. Faces in Myanmar are not like that. They are filled with light and happiness. Something we lack in the West.
It happens very often that we book certain trips expecting to see locals wearing their authentic clothes and cooking over an open fire. Very often we get disappointed once we see mobile phones or bottles of Coca-Cola. You can hear so many saying that the place has lost its authenticity.
I wish I could learn to take everything as it is. I wish I could just embrace change and not expect others to fulfill ridiculous expectations I might have. That’s the magic of travelling. The very unknown.
Watch a video of our Inle Lake trip. Sorry, most of it is in Lithuanian. Making an effort to stay closer to my family. Something they do in South East Asia admiringly well.