Myanmar, Whitley Bay, Englishmen and Irishmen
Saturday, September 29th, 2007Have you seen the news? Myanmar is going through some major strife. I had the feeling when I was there that something like this wasn’t far away. I remember seeing a truck-load of sorry looking prisoners chained together and guarded by machine-gun toting soldiers in Bago. I was right at the place where that Japanese photographer was shot. I stayed in a hostel spitting distance from the Sule Paya which has seen alot of the action. It is strange to see these pictures being beamed to the World as previously nobody had much of an idea about the place. I am lucky that I missed last year’s military coup in Thailand and these current revolts in Myanmar - bloody hell man!! I was right there only 2 months ago. My heart goes out to the fantastic people of Myanmar who have endured some 40 years of horrific governance while the rest of the World has done nowt. China is sitting on its arse here too. The Chinese have decided not to cover this story on their state news - funny eh?? Not wanting to cause a stir before the olympics??? Bastards. They are probably the only people that have any influence in this doomed country. But why would one dictatorship denounce another one? Especially with the favourable economic position it finds itself in regarding Myanmar. Best wishes to the people of Myanmar. Lets hope their awesome courage can drag themselves into a more favourable position.
Last weekend I went to Danshui in the North of Taiwan. It is this countries’ Whitley Bay. It was a nice day but ridiculously busy. I ate a McDs and got talking to a Japanese Jehova’s Witness in Chinese. That was odd. She was amazed that I had some knowledge of her religion. She was equally amazed that I can denounce it so easily. Strangest McDonalds I have ever had!
After the seeing the sights of Danshui I headed to central Taipei where I had a beer in a ‘Hooters’ bar. I had always wanted to visit one of these. I tried to find one in the States in 2001 but had no luck. In Hooters it is a pre-requisite for the waitresses to have big busts and look sexy in skimpy outfits. I thought this would be difficult in Asia where the lasses are not as well endowed as their Western cousins. However, they managed it no problem here in Taipei - Jeez. I only had the one beer here as I was worried I would be a drooling, letching idiot after anymore.
I then headed to a bar that supposedly plays EPL (English Premier League) FOOTBALL (not soccer). I arrived and got chatting to my first Englishman in Taiwan. Cool. He was from Kent but I was not complaining. I lapped up his stupid Southern accent like a hungry wolf. AAArrgghh, it was sooo nice to hear. I had just missed NUFC 3 v 1 The Hammers the night before - bollicks! Anyway, this English lad was great crack until he went home early (in true southern style). Nevermind though, because I was sitting for less than a minute when a crazy N Irishman plonked his arse next to me. It turns out he is from Larne. I had been there before and was also mates with a lad in the Navy from there. This guy knew the Navy boy very well. So that was it, enough of a connection to get wrecked together. I ended up staying at his house drinking whisky until who knows? I don’t think his lass was too happy.
hao le ma? Ready?