On arrival we whisked them straight to our lovely golden Shwedagon. Longyis were worn by the men of the party.
The next morning it was a fine breakfast at the Governor’s Residence, followed by a decidedly less classy cup of tea downtown on some midget plastic furniture…
We did the Yangon circle line train
The man on the left was a Jehovah’s Witness holding a Myanmar translation of the “Watchtower”. He said there are 400 Jehovah’s in Myanmar!
A wander down town. How did we get so lucky as to live in this beautiful place?
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