after three whirlwind days in bangkok
(finding out our money had been stolen, deciding to come home, getting a shock and surprise from our family and friends, and applying for visas)
we were finally on a plane to yangon
and we could not believe it.
neither of us had any idea of what we'd find in myanmar.
sure, we had bought the lonely planet guide book
(along with every other person on our plane ride over)
and we'd read all about the country's
ups and downs in the news,
but in reality,
we were going in blind.
which was a large part of the excitement.
in mass numbers,
is still a very new thing in myanmar.
from the moment we stepped off the plane until
the moment we left the country
people stared at us and watched our every move.
children waved at us and giggled as if they'd just seen a movie star.
everyone smiled at us and would yell "hello" as we walked past.
every time we ate out our waiter would stand next to our table,
trying disparately to practice his or her english and
ask us clarifying questions about american slang.
we met some of the most wonderful and beautiful people this way
and had some great laughs.
yangon was a shocking city.
here we saw the most stunning sights we'd ever seen before.
huge pagodas covered in gold and "gold".
millions of people going about their everyday lives
in a city that is rapidly changing in front of their eyes.
new buildings being built while others rot away.
thousands of monks going about their everyday lives in the city.
we also saw a lot of filth, trash, and poverty.
it was shocking as a westerner because
there was no hiding it,
no indication that anyone cared about the problem
or even saw it as a problem.
we never got used to living among
the trash and mindset of the people of yangon,
i don't think we every would have.
it was an eye opening an shocking city,
both outrageously beautiful and devastating...
our first glimpse of myanmar from the plane. stunning
thank you coca- cola. you're pretty much all i drank while in this country...
beautiful buildings rotting away
nearly every truck and bus was a hino, which is the same type of truck my father owns. it was a sentimental couple weeks...
the streets were overrun with stray dogs. most of them skin and bones, or pregnant.
the markets were plentiful
many streets are closed off to the public
asia has the cutest little cars
roosters and chickens everywhere
you can't just drink coke out of the can, or even in just a regular glass. wine glasses only...