A row of colonial buildings in Yangon. This photo only courtesy of wikipedia's hintha.I'm finally able to circumvent the block that this government has placed on Blogger, thanks to a friend I met at my hotel. Land locked, dusty, sweltering, Myanmar turns out to be a mystical place shrouded by military rule, a virtual place that the millenium has literally left behind. Cars that roam this former capital are beat up Toyotas and the denizens that walk around the streets don't carry cellphones around. Street billboards of the latest artist releases still advertise "available in tapes (cassettes) and CDs", and all email services are blocked by the government.
The telegram is well and alive.
For several days now, my skin has been burnt by the sun. I have taken to walking all over again. Who needs a taxi?
Though it strangely feels like being cut off from the rest of the "civilized" world, the demeanor of the people have been something to chant about.
This is the Eye in the Sky in new Burma.
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