BIKERS CLUB JUNE 2019 ISSUE | Page 55

Myanmar by DR. MARAL YAZARLOO - PATTRICK It was 7 am at Moreh (India-Myanmar Border) and we were all packed and ready. We went through a mix of feelings, as we both knew that once we crossed into Myanmar, there was no returning to India for a very long time. We went to the Indian Immigration to get our exit stamps in our passports. The Immigration Officer walked out with a bag on his shoulder and set his table out side the building itself. The atmosphere was very friendly and happy. he stamped our passports and we proceeded to customs to stamp our carnet (Note: This is a very crucial endorsement that travellers on bikes or cars should not miss out on, as it's very important to have proof of which border you got your vehicle out of the country). With one more check post right at the border, we left India - with just a bridge connecting the two countries. and we were met with an absolutely different world on the other side - a different language, different currency and a different way of living! It is hard not to wonder, how a simple line can divide people and their way of life. Our agent met us on the other side. It took us a mere 20 minutes and we were through! This completely invalidated the stories that we had heard about crossing into Myanmar and how tough it was. our experience was very positive. A source of habit, as soon as I have my helmet on and got into my world, I do what I am used to, which is to ride on the left side of the road. Hence as we crossed the border and I kept repeating in my head 'RIGHT, RIGHT', as Myanmar follows a right hand drive.   We stopped at the first little city right after the border to eat our first meal in Myanmar. there was so much that my eyes tried to take in - the people, their faces, their clothes,  photographs of their family and graduation handing on the walls of the restaurant. The young lady who owned the restaurant came to take our order. Our agents helped with our food order - 'a little portion of everything'. The dishes kept coming one after another and soon the table was laden with an impressive array of vegetarian and non-vegetarian dishes - floating in oil. I heard the click of a camera and the sound of laughter. I turned back and saw partner chatting with the restaurant owner and clicking away! After days, I finally saw him happy and content. Over the past weeks, I often saw him quiet and even depressed. I resigned myself to the fact that this is how it would be for the next one and half years.