Off-white crystals sat apart and against the black backdrop. Samsung dominated the arrival hall. As the day broke at the
Traders, what immediately stood out was how most men
were indeed wearing skirt-like longyi;
and how many faces were smothered in thanakha. Fresh produce, home
appliances (quite a retro tour), garment (patterns,
prints, patterns), gold, books (and the road-side workshops), cooked food along the frail and fragmented pavements.
The return to Yangon made it obvious that with its short skirts, skinny jeans and no motorbikes policy, this city was not
quite like the rest of country we have seen. The green glass
bottle at the garden of The Governor’s Residence was a reminder of how although the preceding stages were mixed, it was about time. In the air-conditioned batmobile the aprespamperee first wished, then wondered about the address.
The culinary touch: L’Opera by the Royal Lake
did a surprisingly good main, but despite the hype, fame and anticipation, Le Planteur
was a slight disappointment... let's say a voluntary return is unlikely.