比牛车慢·比木船摇·比游戏欢乐刺激“到仰光?没人说准火车时间。”“大概?应该?”“在8点到9点之间吧。”进入车站时,人群已经骚动。—个热情的缅甸小伙子带我们进站长室,拿出护照登记买票,2美元一张。这时,从曼德勒开来的火车刚好进站,小伙子一路小跑把我们带到最前面的车厢,让两个缅甸人给我们腾出了位置。我们连声:“谢谢!”小伙子没有离开的意思,恍然大悟,我赶紧掏出—块大大的工5克力给了他,他转身下车,列车启动。列车欢快地奔跑在通往仰光的路上,车门、车窗全部大开,安达曼海的海风飘过伊洛瓦底江平原,尽情地吹进车厢。 Slower than the cart, shake than the wooden boat than the game happy to stimulate “To Yangon? No one said the train time. ” “Probably? ” “In the 8:00 to 9:00.” “ When entering the station, the crowd has been turmoil. A passionate Burmese boy took us into the patron’s room, took out a passport registration ticket, $ 2. At this moment, the train from Mandalay just pitted, and the young man trotted us to the front of the carriage so that the two Burmese people could give us a place. We were in a hurry: ”Thank you!" The boy did not leave the meaning, suddenly realized, I quickly pulled out - a large piece of work force gave him 5 grams, he turned off to get off, the train started. The train runs happily On the way to Yangon, the doors and windows are all open. The sea breeze of the Andaman Sea drifts across the Irrawaddy Plain and blows into the carriage as much as it can.