What a long day. After the predictable dodgy night's sleep before the 04.00 pick up, it was 9 hours/3,915 miles to Singapore then 3 hours/1,199 miles on to Yangon, landing mid afternoon in 31°.
However,
it's never a good sign to be greeted straight off the plane by someone
with a placard bearing your name and, sure enough, the bags have gone
AWOL again. We're assured that they'll be delivered to the hotel
tomorrow... More successful was the rendezvous in Arrivals with the
travel agent for our flight tickets up to Bagan on Saturday (another 6am
start!), and we've made it to downtown Yangon and the May Shan hotel.
Meanwhile, we're behind schedule after AWOL-bags-discussions but some v
brief first impressions of Yangon within walking distance of our hotel ...
Our taxi driver from the airport was proud to point out the key buildings as we came in, including a large market hall named for General Aung San (widely accepted to be the father of modern, independent Burma, assassinated by political rivals in 1947), and to point us to his photo of Aung San Suu Kyi taped to the roof of the cab, assuring us of his strongly-held opinion that she'll soon be President!
The traffic is meanwhile dreadful - it was rush hour I suppose, but the quality of driving isn't improved by everyone closing their eyes to genuflect on passing each temple!
The traffic is meanwhile dreadful - it was rush hour I suppose, but the quality of driving isn't improved by everyone closing their eyes to genuflect on passing each temple!
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