Yangoon

Cristina set the tone and I am going to give my own rendition of Yangoon. Hot, smelly, crumbling, infested with rats. People generally friendly but some off their meds. Overlooking this huge slum, an awe inspiring, golden domed, huge pagoda.

Also, a 3 h train ride around the city and a taxi ride to the bus station that should qualify as an attraction: for our driver the street is wherever he can fit, the road, the pavement, the wrong way.

Impresia mea despre Yangoon. Un oras incins, mirositor, in prabusire, infestat de sobolani. Oameni in general zambitori dar unii care parca au uitat sa isi ia pastilele. Tronand deasupra acestei ciorbe o pagoda poleita cu tone de aur si avand dimensiunea casei poporului.

Pe langa astea un drum de 3 ore in jurul orasului cu trenul si o cursa de taxi pana la statia de autobuz care ar trebui inclusa in atractiile orasului: pentru soferul nostru strada era oriunde incapea masina, pe drum, pe trotuar, pe contrasens.