Myanmar

With so much happening at home, one must answer the rhetorical question - "why Myanmar, why now?"

I hope my journey will provide the clarity of response my sponsors require.

Yesterday was the long journey from Nixon Street, commencing at 5am, under chauffeur MD Simmons  careful attention to Llanherne, the Welsh town where our Prime Minister first dug here heels in whilst giving out orders of Australia to Indian cricketers.  Via Melbourne and Sydney, and Singapore, picking up Rosa on the way, we arrived in Yangon at midnight - although it was 4am back home.

The Slipper and Ashby show temporarily out of mind, we were driven into the charming Governor's Residence,  shortly after to sleep.

25 degrees, plush, woody, green, built in and around a lake, quiet and friendly.

Awakening at about 8am, we breakfasted around the pool to fresh fruit, juice, omelette, and coffee, before heading off on the Saturday morning to explore the home of the enormous recalling Buddha, the lake near the zoological gardens, and the great big temple in the centre of town.

Before that though, tea in a locals tea house, and lunch in the embassy area.

Just now it is mid afternoon, and 34 degrees, so a brief rest period is required.




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