Being reasonable able to walk it was time to move on to Ayutthaya. This was once a capital of the old kingdom. Filled with many temples and pagodas. Nothing here but the temples, did catch Mr.Noi a local jazz guitarist is the 4 bar gringo area one night while having a mamasan which is a muslim version of a mad mango soup. Basically a veg curry.
Continued up the road to Sukhotai which was also was a capital of an ancient kindom. It is filled with many more temples and shrines. Back continues to hold up. Pills I got in Bangkok are doing their job.
From here a took another bus to Mae Sot and crossed the river to Myanmar. One of the easiest border crossings I have ever done, even having lost my Thai visa in Sukhotai. The girl at the hotel there took it for the number and I didn't check to get it back. Read it was no problem just had to fill out a new one.
The myanmar side town is called Myawaddy. Kinda like something out of the old west. Needed to change some money and was fortuate to meet an older guy who spoke english. Did the deed and he arranged a bus, one that gave you a ride from the bus station into Yangon, which is about 24 kilometres out of downtown. Taxi would cost almost as much as the 10 hour bus ride in.
So I will leave my tale here for now just coming into Yangon. I have to admit that the heat is wearing me down and this internet is not only not air conditioned it is filled with about 30 noisy kids playing computer games. All boys much like home.
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