The streets of Yangon are so vibrant, a feast for the eyes
everywhere we look: men wearing longyi; women with
Thanaka on their faces; chaotic traffic; kids playing; people
eating and socialising.
The sidewalks
filled food and wares for sale, plastic tables and chairs for eating and sidewalks stained
with expectorated betel nut juice.
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| Cooking up some tucker |
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| Fish for sale |
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| or maybe chicken |
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| or perhaps grapefruit |
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| Kids playing soccer |
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| Playing a kind of knuckles |
Everywhere at head level one sees bits of string with clips
attached dangling from balconies four and five stories up. It’s a novel delivery method for the old
newspaper route.
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| Paper delivery Burmese style |
There are grand old colonial buildings dotted around the
city in various states of disrepair.
They still hold a lot of charm and beauty.
One of the colonial institutions is the Strand Hotel. This is one of the three luxury hotels
established in Southeast Asia by the Sarkies Brothers; the
others being Raffles in Singapore and the Eastern and Orient in Penang. We went in to have a drink to complete the
trifecta for us – payment accepted only in US dollars.
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| Tea Rooms at the Strand |
After the sedate cuppa at the Strand, we wandered
a few streets away and come across a noisy Hindu funeral procession.
On the streets of Yangon:
It’s dirty, it’s crowded and it’s full of life, full of contrast. I love it!
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