Travel Blogs from Yangon (Rangoon)
... was no element of the frenetic city about, and it was easy to relax and feel comfortable in the surroundings. Once revived with a proper breakfast i was presented with a really thoughtful gift, of a traditional Myanmar bag and a lovely jade green Longhi. I thought this was a really lovely touch, and a true introduction to the kindness shown when delivering this class.
The class is designed to be varied and hands on so the first activity was a trip to the local market. ...
... acclimatise to the city. The only option to get around is to drive – there are no trains or tubes – an obvious consequence of which is grinding traffic! The journey to Downtown Yangon can take anywhere between 20 to 45 minutes. There is no metering in the taxis, so it’s a case of setting a price upfront – and I’ve since realised that there is a significant discrepancy (about 3 or 4 times!) between local and tourist rates, even if ...
possible. They use common sense and logic!
There is a sense of
freedom in this, I think. When I think about all of the rules and
regulations that we have in Australia, it is so apparent how much of a
‘Nanny’ state we have become and it is somewhat oppressive and
suffocating! We are so reliant on all levels of government/others to be
responsible for our safety and wellbeing, and to tell us what to do, ...
... and that was pushing it) and then taken a hour across the city to where were staying. We spent three days in Yangon, taking in the sights of the City Hall, Immigration Office, Customs House, Inland Water Transport Office and various other highlights included in the Lonely Planet's walking tour. It took us a while to realise that the local people were genuinely being friendly when they said hello and following a month in India, where saying hello meant to you would spend the ...
... is clear until
you've pulled right out. This awesome piece of madness led to some
funny maneuver’s including drivers who decided to undertake as
clearly safer even if they did take out the odd cyclist in doing so.
Baring all this in mind, we decided to take a night bus north so we
couldn't see our inevitable death play out in front of us.
We arrived alive in world famous Bagan,
a dry flat plain which looked like it had seen more ...