March 26 - Mandalay. Arrived in the am at the train station in Mandalay. It was a sleepless night of rocking back and forth. Myanmar has the same track system that the British installed during the colonial days. Nothing has been done to improve it, only maintaining.

From the station we bought bus tickets to Yangon so we wouldn't have to waste a night in Mandalay. We walked from there to a market in search of conservative traditional dress to wear for meditation. I found a plaid longyi (sarong/man skirt). And vintage ugly 70's button down shirt. Also had an impulse buy. I'm the proud owner of a woven ball now. Used similar to a hacky sack.

All night bus ride to Yangon. Loud music and rough roads.