Of Painted Faces and Wacky Races
October 15th 2011 Yangon Part One.
We walked out of the main entrance of our hotel and turned left; jumping over the open ditch between the paving slabs that cover the sewerage system and carefully watching where each foot fell to avoid further obstacles, holes and debris. The pavement stopped abruptly after a few metres and we took to the roadside, a mixture of gravel, mud and rapidly crumbling asphalt. A f
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