(^38) I placed an advertisement in the newspaper with a reward, which
would not have been possible without the help of an exceedingly kind
Burmese man I met at the newspaper.
If you're looking for the best time to explore Yangon, it's at sunset.
The streets become crowded with food vendors and markets that spill
onto the bus lane. Each shop blasts music louder than the one next
door, creating a riot of sound. At the same time, pedestrians push
and shove their way along the crowded pavement. This was my
favourite time to be out and about. Vendors were frying, cooking, and
steaming delicious food, from yummy samosas to pork offal on
skewers.
Yangon
The passport problem had, by then, become a royal pain in the ass.
Still, it wasn't the end of the world; all I could do was wait. I wasn't
the first person in the world to lose a passport, and I sure wouldn't be
the last. So, waiting a few days made no difference to me.
The problem was that this happened right before Thingyan, the
Burmese New Year and Water Festival, a festival celebrated over a
four-to-five-day period. The phrase "son of a bitch" left my mouth
with alarming frequency since I came across this little discovery. I
couldn't have made this up, even if I tried.
In the meantime, Yangon was preparing for the festival, and it was
time for me to move along. The embassy was closed during the
festivities, so there was no point in sticking around. It was best to
resume my travels while Myanmar celebrated the New Year.
leana
(Leana)
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