He drove a lawnmower from Yangon to Mandalay. When he left his home, he met with his ex-girlfriend accidentally. He thought it’d be better if he hadn’t seen her. But he picked her up anyway.
When he arrived at a place where they called 0 mile, he wondered why they start to measure the distance from Yangon from that particular point. In fact, he had already driven for an hour since he left what he thought is Yangon.
Soon after leaving 0 mile, he found a public bus which surprisingly blocked his way. He drove past the bus and found a lot of people in the bus moving forward while they stood or sat facing backward.
Coming across a billboard which says “Drive slowly, Dad”, he and his ex-girlfriend who took drive seat for a while threw a glance at each other and smiled.
Then they saw another billboard with a picture of a spoon, a fork and a plate. They turned right and there they saw a heavily crashed car on a platform. He thought the platform should be rotated rather than kept still so that it will be more attractive if they want it to be attractive.
He drank a cup of coffee. She ate a plate of noodle salad.
When they left that crazy place decorated with perfectly damaged car, they came across a group of people mowing a lawn. They tried to stop them. He thought they would like him to help mowing. But they would not. They would like him to share one or two bottled waters if he had extras.
He gave them the soft drinks just provided by the gas station. Then he asked, “Which one is the way to Mandalay?” The guy taking soft drinks pointed his finger along the road ahead and said, “just keep driving along this way”. One of the guys mowing the lawn interrupted, “you should follow the signposts which say “To Mandalay”.”
It took his ex-girlfriend a while to pee at another rest-camp which is in the middle of nowhere. He asked for help from the restaurant owner there. The guy picked up his microphone at the reception desk and announced, “Ma Win Wutyee Kyaw, who rode on the lawn mower with the license number xxx.111 from Yangon to Mandalay, you have to be back at your lawn mower right away as the other traveler is boarding.” The restaurant owner’s voice flew over the whole area of the rest-camp through a loud speaker. Nothing happened in the next fifteen minutes.
He left.