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There are still people living in this world that are willing to help someone else. My boyfriend and I experienced this, while traveling through Myanmar and visiting the Inle Lake. After a relaxing day on a boat, we felt like doing something more active. We rented two mountain bikes and started cycling. The path we took was small and bumpy and took us through the fields, on which locals were working. Even though the rice fields were brown and dry, the views were stunning. We passed many traditional, small bamboo huts on stilts, from which children greeted us with a loud “Mingalabar”, while waving at us happily. Halfway our trip we had to cross the lake with our bikes on a longtail boat. After we negotiated the price, we jumped on a small blue boat with some planks missing on the bottom. Luckily, we safely reached the other side of the lake, where we continued our journey through fields and forest. Sometimes we passed villages, but there were moments that we did not see any people for more than half an hour. We wanted to watch the sunset from a winery on a hill, since nothing is better than watching the sunset while sipping a nice glass of wine. When the sun started to set, we cycled on a small path in the middle of nowhere. The path was bumpy. Out of a sudden we heard a loud crack and my bike stopped working. We thought that the chain fell off. No problem, we could fix that! When we had a closer look, we realized that the chain was broken. We did not pass a village for about half an hour and maps showed us that the closest one was more than 15 minutes away. We started to walk, almost run. We were getting more and more nervous, because we were in the middle of nowhere, we had to walk for more than 15 minutes, and it was getting darker every second. After walking for what felt like an hour, we reached the main road. We saw some locals sitting next to a store. They did not speak any English, but when seeing me with a bike in one hand and a chain in the other, they understood the problem. Someone was called, and a boy came to us, waving that we had to follow him. He guided us to a stone house and took the bike inside. We had to follow and sit down at the table, that was filled with pots and pans. It looked like dinner was ready. A young boy was watching TV, looking shyly at us. The older boy and his father tried to repair the chain. They had to use the flashlight on their phone in order to see anything, because there was only one lightbulb lightening up the room. After a while, they concluded that the chain could not be fixed. We were afraid that we had to walk the last 10 kilometres back to Nyaung Shwe in the dark; it was going to be a long night. But then the father said one little word we could understand: “Taxi?” We were surprised and told him we had to get back to Nyaung Shwe. We thought he would arrange a taxi for us. Instead, he took our bikes and loaded them in the back of his pick-up truck. His son drove us all the way back to the city. He did not speak any English, so I showed him the route on my phone. After a short drive we were back in Nyaung Shwe. As act of appreciation we gave some money to the boy for gas, but it looked like he did not understand why we gave him the money. We thanked him gratefully and went our way back to our hotel. We had an amazing experience and realised that there are still people in this world that are willing to help someone else. We decided that we would take this experience as an example and try to be more helpful to others ourselves.