Horrendous travel journeys in Myanmar
February 26th 2009 Train from Mandalay
Sat on the dirty platform of the train station they stared, pensively at first and then excitedly: parents with children, huddles of red berobed monks, country bumpkins and the undercover police. This time at least, John and I agreed.
Outside our wooden “Upper class” train compartment - he unimaginatively and literally watched us. He had the clean look of a policem
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