W H E R E
W E ’ V E
B E E N . . .
Myanmar
“What would you like to do?” asked Sin Bo, our guide. At
half five in the morning and after two seven-hour flights and a
lengthy queue at immigration, it seemed like a daft question.
We’d been up for 24 hours and although still dark it was a lot
warmer here in Yangon than the England we’d left behind. A
shower was top of my list, with perhaps a small snooze? “Ah,
sorry,” said Sin Bo. “It is too early to check into the hotel.” So
that’s how we found ourselves at a temple housing a colossal,
230ft long statue of a reclining Buddha in the pre-dawn of
our first day in Myanmar. Surreal? Definitely. But a much more
memorable beginning to our adventure than a shower, especially
for my partner, Norm. Our arrival day coincided with his 50th
birthday (Sin Bo had turned up to meet us with a bunch of
balloons). And at least we got to cool our feet down – you have
to take your shoes and socks off before you go into a temple.
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