The friendly lady assured me the permit would be forwarded to border officials.
Unfortunately, the permit was date-specific, and I entered on the last day of the
Myanmar visa and could only hope all would work out as planned.
Returning, a quick stop was made at the immensely famous Shewadagon Paya,
the holiest place in Myanmar. It’s a massive complex of temples and pagodas,
shrines and “zedis,” and immensely popular. No matter what time you visit, the
place is crowded with people paying their respects. I wasn’t too fond of the
crowds and didn’t linger, but snapped a few pics and left in a hurry.
Yangon
Tuesday morning, I handed in the forms and photos at the Indian consulate and
was delighted to find the application free of charge. Bargain! The drawback was
the process took three days, which meant it would only be ready the coming
Friday.
Yangon
I operated in low gear and explored all Yangon had to offer. Finally, staff reset the
camera settings at the Canon store, and the camera woke from its slumber.
Hallelujah!
Yangon doesn’t have many tall buildings, and I took the lift to the 20th floor of
the Sakura Tower to get a city shot. My exploits cost me an expensive cup of
coffee but offered a great vista.