Today we went to the Governor’s Residence. One of the nicest hotels in Yangon. They do an amazing breakfast: Cheese. Cold meats. Cheese. Crème Brule. Cheese. Fresh fruit. Cheese. Artisan breads. Cheese. You get the idea. After all that cheese you can laze in the gardens beside their beautiful pool (and get burnt like a lobster if you are haphazard with the sunscreen like I was today).
Around lunch time, which passed unnoticed food wise due to the excessive cheese consumption earlier, we observed a party of white linen clad tourists leaving the hotel and amused ourselves wondering how long all their starchy whites would stay white. Shortly after this a large suited party walked in. Bit hot for suits if you ask me. However they were also interesting as it was clear some of the suits were security types. Ant then decided that Tony Blair had just sat down to eat lunch opposite us by the pool. However the rest of us were in 2 minds about this. He looked very old. However after a trip to the bar (passing by his table for close inspection), and several excursions in the pool (also passing by his table) we confirmed it was indeed TB. Not sure what he is doing here, however part of his agenda was clearly pepping up his tan, because after lunch we observed him in the garden in what one would describe as a terribly British way to sunbathe. Sitting upright in a chair, looking into the sun, head back, soaking in the rays. (Probably trying hard to ignore the random expats peering round the pool to watch him).
All I can say is lets just hope he is not as pink as I am or he may need to cancel any engagements due to the shame of the lobster look.
We didn’t really have the courage for a full scale paparazzi operation, but TB can be seen (just) in the red t-shirt at the corner table by the pool. Oh the THRILLS.
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