Within an hour of my arrival in Mandalay, a Dutch girl was buoyantly relaying her most cherished Myanmar memory to me, which strangely enough involved getting plowed down by a motorcycle as she rode her bike down a dusty, uneven road.  Her entire right leg was bandaged and unable to bend, and her wrist bore a gnarly road rash, but she was all smiles.  The man who had hit her was so distraught by …