For the last twenty minutes a girl, by which I really mean a woman in her late 20s, is learning to ride a bicycle on Jalan Naung. The Minz-Papa and I have been sitting in our porch watching her come past our front gate, in one direction and then the other, at approximately 5 minute intervals, with mild interest and some apprehension at her progress (well, lack thereof, one must uncharitably say…) She is very wobbly, and a young man I’m assuming is a boyfriend is hanging on to her handle bar (I thought you’re supposed to hang on to the back of their bikes, but perhaps that’s for teaching a child to ride, a front of a child’s bike being lighter, and easier to control, I suppose…) I wonder if she will have learnt by the time we get back from lunch.