Since I’ll be living vicariously through the travels of other people for a while, here’s another post reblogged, this time about Myanmar. Enjoy.
A Yangon sunrise
February 2016: It was Valentine’s Day when I landed in Yangon. There were no red roses or heart-shaped balloons to meet me at the terminal but, following instructions from the office, I made a brief queue to obtain my visa-on-arrival (It costs $50 for a 70-day stay), followed a long queue with a large group of tourists trying to clear immigration, claimed my luggage, then I was out into the humid brightness of Myanmar‘s capital. A smiling taxi driver, who held a white paper with my name on it, helped me load my bags to the cab, then whisked me through Sunday traffic to my hotel. After many years of having it in my bucket list, I was finally in Yangon. Happy hearts’ day to me.
The Yangon International Airport has direct flights to regional cities in Asia – mainly, Dhaka, Hanoi, Ho Chi Minh…
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