It’s been as long day. 3 am was a very long time ago and that was also in another country and another time zone. It’s just after 7pm in Myanmar and I’m on the balcony of my guest house having a local brew before I retire for the evening. This will be my night cap for sure. In fact I haven’t even drunk a third of it and I can feel the sleep knocking at my eyes. 

I’ve had some delicious local food but feel fat, but I don’t care ’cause it was great. Tomorrow I will walk it off as I explore the many places that Rangoon has to offer.  From now on I will refer to the city as Rangoon because if you use Yangon then you are apparently following the military junta’s wishes, and far be it for me to follow anyone’s wishes.