Before jumping into my Burma coverage, I require to part a disturbing work I've had on my round-the-world trip: birds honey to shit on me. Apparently, I convey an invisible target on my head, viewable solely to winged creatures. Yes, when spelunking through caves bats convey crapped on me (and on others). Sure, inwards my pre-RTW days a plane has occasionally defecated on a novel sweater. But inwards the concluding 2 years of gallivanting, at that spot has been an alarmingly sharp, exponential ascension inwards craps. To go fair (to me - non to the birds), I'm exterior quite a lot to a greater extent than than inwards my lawyering days. Regardless, I convey soundless to cross paths amongst roughly other soul who has been crapped on hence oft or hence vociferously: The Official Birdcrap Counter is at nine since Apr 1, 2008.
What does it all mean? To the mirth of those sitting nearby inwards cyberspace cafes, I convey Googled whether most cultures believe that plane shit is lucky. Per
Mongolia, in addition to feeding them is encouraged. As a result, at that spot are enough of pigeons to run out around, which becomes abundantly clear when visiting a monastery, aka a pigeon-feeding zone. Crap #4 had me spluttering amongst rage when a dove allow i seat out on my caput in addition to hence landed adjacent to me in addition to looked up, expecting food. He did non larn any.
month of yoga on a tropical isle should interpret into a nation of amount zen. And patch I was calmer than I've always been, Crap #5 didn't brand me smile. There
might convey been a small-scale temper tantrum on Haad Salad beach.
happiest memories of my life - in addition to Crap #6. Nestled into the Bacuit Bay in addition to surrounded yesteryear huge karst cliffs, the town is Blue Planet null of a multitude of plane species, i of which took a liking to my small-scale head. The unfortunate trial occurred patch I was scaling i of the limestone cliffs, hence yesteryear the fourth dimension I returned to town I stunk similar it was nobody's business.
Craps vii & 8. Nyangshwe, Inle Lake, Myanmar
The Crap(s): Another twofer, courtesy of Burmese birds. The start crap occurred patch I was standing exterior of the beautiful Mingalar Inn, my habitation inwards Nyangshwe for the week. I had, of course, but showered in addition to washed my hair. While talking to the possessor virtually my day, a magpie allow a huge i rip in addition to it landed squarely on my skull. Trying to explicate the Birdcrap Counter to the hotel was a huge fail, but at to the lowest degree Honza in addition to Sergey, 2 novel traveling friends, had a proficient express joy at my expense. That night, equally the three of us were drinking wine, roughly other plane crapped on my caput (and on my handbag - it was a spread-out crap). On the vivid side: I had witnesses for my 2nd twofer of the Official Birdcrap Counter.
Crap 9: Yangon, Myanmar
The Crap: In the midst of recounting the travails of my head's attractiveness to flight animals, a dove decided to punctuate the tale yesteryear shitting on me. The fact that I was truly talking virtually the Official BirdCrap Counter to a Canadian duet whilst the crap occurred was extraordinary. Being Burma, a crowd gathered inside seconds equally the three of us doubled over amongst laughter at the side of a busy street, wondering what had us hence out-of-control.
The culprit: Yangon, Myanmar.
I'm currently inwards Bangkok in addition to directly cringe when I run across birds flight higher upwardly me. What does all this mean? I convey a small-scale caput to start with, hence if nosotros are talking pure surface area, I am baffled.
Why birds, why?
I'm curious to run across if broadcasting the 'bird problem' makes it run out away. Next halt is Angkor Wat inwards Kingdom of Cambodia in addition to I've been told at that spot are enough of birds there. I'll continue y'all all posted.
-Jodi
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