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Myanmar (or Burma as we still know it) has only been open to tourists since 2010 so we had no idea what to expect. We'd managed to sort out visas quickly and easily online and arrived in Yangon in the evening. Sailed through immigration and into the open arms of Thanda.
We had all met on Arborek diving, had a great time together and then Thanda had kindly invited us to come and ...
... was immense, and Jack physically retched. I took a couple of spoonfuls and, if you held your breath it wasn't as bad as it smelt. There were crunchy bits in their too which tasted good, but apart from that I struggled and gave up after a few cursory sips. Jack point blank refused, and nibbled on the papaya instead. After some Google searching we assumed our Burmese breakfast was mohinga - a traditional southern breakfast noodle soup with main ingredients of fish ...
... walked down the road to a local restaurant recommended by our and by the look of it, most other reps. It cooks from all over the Asian region, making a completely unintelligible menu. Our non-alcoholic drinks were served with unrequested ice, so I went off on one, only to find the restaurant had a bottled water, ice policy. Humiliated, we ordered, Anne sensibly with Pad Thai, and I not so with a noodle starter and a noodle main which I couldn't eat. We went home early to wait for our 4:00 am call.
... route chosen for us and Puma's 'hands-off' style when we handed the bikes back and boarded the boat to Nyaungshwe. A fun two days nonetheless.
We checked into The Little Inn (it wasn't that small) totally exhausted and fell into a lovely long sleep before we enjoyed a day of relaxing and slowly exploring the town before a highly un-strenuous wine-tasting session. I'd never given any thought as to whether Myanmar produced decent wine or not, but it turns out it does, just in ...
... Myanmar but this did not stop me from building
expectations. The junta-run nation of generalissimos and dictators that has
ruled for decades is well-known for its hostility to journalists. So it was
with hackles up that I walked with Jane, Kit and Tess towards Arrivals at the
airport. Would there be a shakedown at immigration?
The sight of
little Bella gurning at us and waving furiously next to Harriet through the