I looked up to see the M.V. Explorer about 300 yards away. Ignoring the dirt roads, I was running through wet fields to where she was docked. Having ditched my friends in Yangon for the comforts of my bed, I was alone and in a hurry to get through the dark shipyard and onto the dimly lit ship. Just then I heard bicycle pedals and men shouting in Burmese.
“Stop!” one of the three men screamed.
I stopped when I recognized the panic in his tone.
I heard a rattling sound rise in a chorus around me; I was running through a field full of sleeping rattlesnakes. Before I could scream, my adrenaline kicked in and I sprinted toward the nearest road.
As I awkwardly stumbled to safety and waved in thanks, the Burmese men looked relieved and slightly amused.
Just one more thing I never expected from Semester at Sea.