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Travel Blogs from Yangon (Rangoon)
I woke up pretty early for a Sunday, at 7am! I have a look outside, and there seems to be less celebrants, so we leave to have breakfast. I stick with the Paratha, because it is simply my most favourite food in Yangon, even though it is based off Indian cuisine. Ross decided to stay at the hotel, trying to understand what was on the television. I bought myself a longhi which is a sort of traditional skirt which is almost worn by ...
... up there and with the mission Perry was on, it was clearly obvious that I was getting off my floor on my own. Inside I was subjected to what was possibly the worst fashion show I'd ever seen. The girls who weren't the best looking anyway, moved around as if comatose. Behind me were the extremely short skirted prostitutes. In their droves they swarmed! I like bantering with them and winding them up. One of them offered me a price which was doubled claiming my colour of ...
... with the warmest smile and hospitality of
my escort into Yangon city.
So much to observe about Yangon but
if I were to best describe this city, I’d say it’s like viewing the
transition from childhood to adulthood, and observing the “Tween” stage –
developing, and in a hurry to do so, but needing to build on the
foundations before being able to progress onto the next stage. Yangon
... br> was instant relief from the Burmese pressure cooker we were in. With
a large Indian population in the city it wasn't long before Lou found
her first veggie Indian curry which resulted in a meltdown of pure
excitement. Served to us from a stall on a street corner surrounded
by broken down lorries, it was not perhaps the most glamorous setting
but the food, the hawkers who cooked it for us and the 50p price tag
were fantastic. To see Yangon we used a ...
... side of the city was?
It wasn't long before we hit rough and
dilapidated concrete towers, with shops crowded around the bottom and
people living much of their lives on the streets outside these shops.
Locals sit on low wooden or plastic stools to enjoy a bowl of
noodles, or trades-people bang away on anything from motor parts to
household requirements – all on the footpath metres from ...