So, we left Bangkok on Sunday, with raging hangovers. After a great night out on the Ko San Road, ending at 6:30a.m, we caught our 8:45a.m taxi to the airport.
I've never been so pleased to be on a such a short flight in in my life!!
We arrived in Yangoon unwashed, and uninmpressed with ourselves. Nevertheless we had got here!!
After picking up a travelling frenchman, also going in the same direction we got in a cab and made our way. Note to all Myanmar travellers: people will help you with luggage at the airport, this'll cos you 50p or so but you need to make sure you have small myanmar bills handy.
Louise had booked us a hostel, newly opened. We weren't sure what to expect but the welcome, facilities and location were great.
That afternoon we headed to the Pagoda to check out the arrangements for visiting, we decided that a 4am sunrise wake up was in order!
So, Monday morning, we were up with the larks (or crows, as they seem to have a lot of those here), and we headed to the Pagoda at 5! By 6am the sun had risen and we had got great photos and a lovely quiet uninterrupted walk of the collosal Yagon Temple. Great to be there when no other silly tourists were there. We saw arms being given to Monks, children and adults praying before work and a Westeber-free environment until roughly 7am.
People here are lovely, children and young women smile and wave at us everywhere. They seem fascinated by Louises height and blonde locks and my big boobs. One woman actually made a comment about it.
Men chew on tobacco and spit in the streets like something out of a wild west film and there is no shame in the amount of staring and pointing.
Food is good-basic and plain, and cooked how Asians like to cook most things- including all bits of the animals for maximum flavour. It has to be said - it's not always for me, so I'm mostly sticking veggie, but I'm eating local 3 times a day and proud of it!!