Dear buddies... Mingalarba!

I have finally made it to myanmar and thankfully I've done so in one whole piece ( a piece of my dignity however has been forever lost in a bathroom in singapore Chiangi airport, where the only functioning plug available to charge my iphone was located)..

I have made the acquaintance of my tour guide and I would like to send out a reassurring message to my colleagues, who expressed their concern about the likelyhood of him harbouring a previously undiscovered breed of bushbabies in his unibrow: NO, his eyebrows aren't that bad in person, YES that was by far the best picture he's ever taken.

Upon meeting he informs me that we need to finilize our itinerary so i will have to follow him to his office. Said office was located in an appauling building apparently infested by roosters and an spiders in equal parts and the doorbell was a rope falling from a window on the forth floor which he repeatedly pulled upon.

My initial reaction obviously was to be polite and follow, but seeing the state of the staircase and after roughly estimating the number of spiders present in the miriad of spiderwebs i could detect and trying to evaluate whether the building could be a suitable location for snakes nests to be found, the city girl in me burt out in fully nikki minaj 'nah huuuh' mode and demanded to go to a local coffee shop insted.

The coffee shop, though not different from those found in cambodia and thailand, was by far the most charming place I've seen so far.. Plastic chairs and tables, exposed piping and not so clean floors were more than made up for by the piles of beautiful coloured plates stacked ‪behind the counter, lovely flower clad altar to the gods and the presence of wonderfully traditional yet colonially raised elderly local men smoking cigars wearing panama hats and watching a uk football match, probably with little clue of what was going on..

But I digress.. I proceeded to renegotiate the rates and itineraries for my trip with my guide, at this point assisted by a somewhat handsome, definitely vertically challanged local, with a ginger elvis hairdo, which I am sure, makes him a hit with the local chicks.

The final itinerary we agreed upon has me travelling every night on an over night bus from city to city, which, given the hygenic standards in this amazing country, basically means I shall not have a sip of water more until I leave, as using public restrooms is out of the question. Also, sweating is forbidden, as now my fear of burmese public showers is comparable to the fear of falling in a shark tank at seaworld.

I must go now as jetlag and malaria medication are making me wooooozy and confused..

Keep you posted!!

Lovies xx