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Published: February 14th 2015
I'm in Burma, can you believe that??!! I barely can. Kyrgyzstan feels worlds away. But here I am, suddenly transplanted from Central Asia to Southeast Asia, from winter to summer, from 8:30am to 9:00am, from greasy food to...slightly less greasy food.
After a marshutka ride over the Kazakh border, a very expensive burger and beer in Almaty, a very expensive cab ride to the Almaty airport, a flight to Bangkok, an Amazing Race worthy taxi ride across 50km in downtown Bangkok traffic, a run through the other airport in Bangkok...(yes there are two airports in Bangkok, who knew!?)...a flight to Yangon, and a taxi ride across Yangon traffic, I arrived in my hostel in Yangon. Exhausted. Sweaty. And starving. And thrilled.
So very glad to have arrived in Yangon, I peeled off my made for Kyrgyzstan wool socks and thermal long johns, put on a hippie dress and flip flops, and hit the streets for some food. Didn't take long, as Yangon is the centre of the world for street food. Within minutes I was sitting on a tiny plastic stool at a tiny plastic table eating noodles with two ancient, and coincidentally also tiny,
Burmese women. Paradise.
The rest of the afternoon was more of eating on the street, which from here on out will be known as 'streating'. I'll call the Websters dictionary peeps later. I ate avocados the size of a baby, strawberries, mini quiche greasy things, and whatever else looked interesting. I also got lost, classic, but that was fine, because I just kept streating and all was well. I staggered back to the hostel and fell asleep at 7:30pm. I was a happy person.
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