Visiting Loikaw and Lawpita Falls
Published May 14, 2016A mission in Loikaw for a photo assignment that never happened. These are the isssues that an editorial photographer sometimes have to face.
*Tip: check the time...
Thursday 2.00 pm – Bus Departure from
Yangon to Loikaw
Travelling to Loikaw with Mratt, the
journalist from Frontier Myanmar Magazine. A trip that takes 18 hours.
Friday 8.00 am - Arrival in Lai Kaw (18
hours later)
9.30 am - Arrival in the hotel
The only hotel that accepts bookings from foreigners.
10.00 am - We realize that I will need a
permission
10.30 am - I meet Mratt and his contacts in
a tea shop to drink a coffee and a soup. I am waiting, waiting, waiting...
“Shall we go?”
I suppose we are going to the ministry to
apply for my permission.
11.00 am - Nope, we end up in a house
with Mratt and his contacts. I am waiting, waiting, waiting
12.00 am I will ask... «Excuse me what we
are waiting for? Shall we go to the ministry? »
«Yes, yes! We will»
And they continue speaking in Burmese and
scrolling on Facebook.
«Hmmm...What time?»
«We are waiting for my friend, he has some
other things to do, in the meantime you have to fill up these papers»
12.10 pm - I fill up the applications…
1.10 pm - Mratt’s friend is coming
1.20 pm - We are leaning and I suppose we are going to the ministry.
“Let’s have launch!” said Mrratt
1.21 am “But...What time does the
ministry close?”
2.00 pm - During the lunch
“Well, we have some issues. It seems that
we don’t have time to apply and we need to provide to the ministry a local
partner”
“Is there anyone to help us in that”
“I am trying to find one” and he continues
his lunch.
2.15 pm - I call my editor
“Hey Oli! Listen, send a local photographer
to cover me, no reason to try it more»
Sunday 3.00pm
I am in the same bus to go back to Yangon. It is an approximately of 500 klm and 18 hours and 4-5 stops…
Βut this time my seat is in the aisle of the bus. Yeap! This small and uncomfortable seat... In between of monks.
During the trip I realized that I fall asleep on their shoulder of the monk that he was sitting next to me.