Across Myanmar in 24 (mostly illegal) sleeps!

Illegal wild camp in Myanmar. MSR Tent in a quarry at sunrise.

Wild Camping in Myanmar

What I did in Myanmar... it was crazy. You may say stupid, and perhaps you'd be right. Foreigners must stay in a hotel every night, and it must be specially licenced to accept foreigners, i.e. very expensive. That is the law. But I didn't want to stay in expensive hotels; it is avoiding hotels and guesthouses (less than 10 in 15 months) that has allowed me to travel so long.

I would ignore the law and wild camp illegally, I decided. And so began the most uncomfortable month of the bike tour, slipping from the road at dusk, laying awake paralysed by the drone of nearby voices, and showering less frequently than is desirable after days of cycling in 37 degree heat. It was uncomfortable and sometimes miserable, but relished the challenge and adventure of camping where I wasn't supposed to, and it became a game to avoid getting caught, one I seemed to be winning.

Night 1

Illegal wild camping in a forest in Myanmar. Sleeping bag on the floor and touring bike beside.

When most people go on a trip they research where the hotels are. I also research the hotels, but to decide where not to stay. My theory was simple – On this first night I was 65km from the nearest hotel. If the police found me, I hoped they wouldn't make me cycle 65km in the middle of the night (although this is not unheard of), and they would either let me remain where I was, or find somewhere I could stay such as a monastery or police station.

No police came, though a herd of cows spooked me when they wandered past at 3am! I was ecstatic to have camped undetected in Myanmar and saved ~$20, but overwhelmed by the thought of repeating the ordeal every night for 4 weeks!

Night 3

Illegal wild camping in Myanmar. Sleeping bag laid out in the jungle and touring bike laying down.

I was sleeping on the ground and not setting my tent up. It was less comfortable, but also less likely to be spotted, and that was most important. I had heard stories of police confiscating tents and I wanted to avoid that.

Night 4

Illegal wild camping in Myanmar. Sleeping mat, sleeping bag and bivvy bag laid out on the jungle floor and bike standing up beside.

The furious bark of dogs had started in the distance, but they suddenly seemed almost upon me. I lay motionless, willing the dogs to leave me alone. They didn't. The dark sillhouette of a dog broached the horizon of my elevated sleeping spot, less than 10 metres away, and with a bark somehow angrier than before. The silhouette of a second dog surrounded me. Then a third.

I sat up, first trying to calm the dogs with hushed whispers and gentle tones, and then trying to scare the dogs away, unsure which approach would work better. Neither, it emerged, and the barking soon caught the attention of two men who investigated with torches that probed the darkness until they rested on me. 'Tourist' one man called to the other. They hesitated, the torchlight still burning into my eyes, and then they turned and left, dragging the dogs away by the scruff of their necks.

Were they friendly? Were they scared? Were they angry? Did I need to move? Were they going to call the police? I had no answers to the avalanche of questions in my head. Half laziness and half unjustified optimism, I stayed where I was, but it was a restless night knowing police could arrive any moment.

Night 5

Illegal wild camping in Myanmar. Sleeping mat, sleeping bag and bivvy bag laid out on jungle floor and touring bike standing up at the back.

'Thankfully, there haven't been any mosquitoes so far. That would have made wild camping very unpleasant.'.I wrote in my diary that evening. Naturally this was the first night mosquitoes appeared. They would plague me for the remainder of my time in Myanmar.

Night 6

MSR tent in the jungle in Myanmar at sunset with sun setting behind. Touring bike lent against tree.

I had managed nearly a full week of sleeping wild in Myanmar, saving almost $120 in the process. I began feeling braver, finally daring to set the tent up, a real luxury!

Nights 7 – 10

Adventure traveller and bike tourer standing with his touring bike and his warmshowers host in Myanmar.

Keith from Singapore had invited me to stay with him through 'Warmshowers', an online cycling community, which I readily accepted. It was a great chance to stay in the comfort of a house, gather some energy, and most excitingly have some company - with English hardly spoken in Myanmar, I had spent most of my time alone.

Night 15

Selfie with young Buddhist monks in Myanmar.

Finding somewhere to camp became harder as I headed further south; Bago state especially felt like one elongated village for 400km, with farmland and houses extending from both sides of the road all the while. In desperation I asked at a monastery, who thankfully allowed me to make my bed beside the shrine to Buddha.

I enjoyed the company of these two cheeky monks a lot. I left a donation in the hopes that the monks will also rescue any future cyclists from their desperation and allow them to stay there.

Night 17

Wild Camping in Myanmar, close to road without a tent.

At exactly 9:30pm two people stepped from their house nearly 500 metres from where I slept, and scanned the field with their torches, the giant cone of light sweeping the hedgerow until it came to rest on me. How did they know I was there?! There was no point pretending I hadn't been spotted, so I stood up and waved with as much friendliness as I could muster. But, they both retreated back to their house. I felt sure if I stayed they would call the police. Or maybe they had already...

I gathered my things and cycled through darkness darting down the first track I saw. I was disorientated; in the blackness the nearest house could have been only metres away. The road was close and the blinding lights from passing cars danced through the bushes, scattering on my sleeping bag. I was certain I would be found, I would have bet money on it, but I was too tired to stay awake worrying and soon fell asleep.

To my own shock, it was the golden shafts of sweet morning sunlight that roused me from my sleep, rather than the stern grip of a burly Burmese policeman on my shoulder.

Night 18

Illegal Wild Camping under a tunnel in Myanmar on my bike tour cycling around the world.

There really was nowhere to sleep to the side of the road so when the road was clear I darted under the road itself, and slept in a dry drainage ditch, lulled to sleep by the occasional oxcart trundling above.

Final Thoughts

In total in Myanmar I stayed;

2 nights in a guesthouse,
4 nights with Keith from Warmshowers,
1 night with Lady Soe from Couchsurfing,
1 night with a local family who invited me to stay with them.
2 nights in monasteries
14 nights camping (3 with a tent and 11 on the bare ground)

Crossing Myanmar on my own terms was necessitated by my financial situation, but willingly accepted by my sense of adventure and challenge – Like the entire cycling journey itself, there is something intoxicating and addictive about exploring where your limits are, and taking on a task where the outcome is uncertain. When I came to cross to Thailand (illegal and a challenge also), I was weary. Broken.

But after a shower (my first in 14 days), a belly full of Thai food, and a bed, in a house, I was already reminiscing and romanticising the nights I'd slept in the wilds of Myanmar. Listening to the chirp of crickets and the din of cicadas, almost as loud as the drum of my beating heart, or counting the shooting stars, flitting across the sky,- each of those nights had become a memory, another story to share, and Myanmar another closed chapter in my journey from England to Australia.

Would I recommend this to others? No. Would I do it again? Probably!

Illegal Wild Camping in Myanmar next to termite mound without a tent on my bike tour cycling around the world.

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11 Replies to “Across Myanmar in 24 (mostly illegal) sleeps!”

  1. Well, interesting! I am a local who wants to try camping solo and i came across your article. It’s too bad if camping in here is illegal because i am so willing to try it in the near future. And i really feel your nights alone. In Myanmar, people usually don’t call the police and most of the police are not trusted. I think if i were you, i would rather worry about strangers than police. I hope you still do such such adventures. Thanks for sharing!

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