We arrived at the hotel in Yangon and into organised chaos, a narrow but tall colonial building with steep narrow staircase packed to the rafters with foreigners and numerous young men wearing longyis (the traditional skirt/sarong that most men here wear) and white shirts scurrying around the building as they performed their dual role as porters and housekeeping. We'd emailed 6 hotels and this was the only one that replied. Our bags got carried up for us by the porters and the air con got fiddled with until it came on. It was good to have somewhere to sleep for the first night but it was more than we wanted to pay and we didn't particularly like it, a small room that smelt slightly damp and a tv that could barely be tuned to one channel,
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