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Published: July 23rd 2009
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From Monywa we crossed a hot and dusty plain to Pakkoku stopping shortly for us to pick up a couple of giant mangoes. We were unnerved to see our driver enjoying a drink or two with his meal. Along the road we were stopped twice to present passports so the immigration police could jot down our details. At Pakkoku a Myanmar couple, wearing neat western clothes and both carrying cellphones, invited ...
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