THE ROAD WAS APPALLING. Women carried baskets of rocks on their heads, while others broke them down by hand to lay the base for the new road. Switchbacks, ditches, mud, detours. There was every chance if I didn’t get turned back by the military, the car just wouldn’t get through.5 hours bouncing and sliding through dirt and over rocks, and 160km from Mindat, we checked into a small guesthouse next to one of the many churches in town.
And now, I don’t even remember why I wanted to go to Mindat. I’m glad we did though!