Friday, November 10, 2017
Yangon - Rangoon
We arrived at dusk in Yangon. The line thru immigration was torturous and we were probably the only Yanks in line. A plane of Germans stood in line beside us. The US has not yet put Myanmar on it’s list of groovy places to visit yet. I’m sure that will not last long.
We are staying at the Beautyland Hotel #1. It boasts a view of the Swhedegon Temple complex. Thru the darkness, our taxi drivers cruise thru alleys with walls of concrete topped with concertina wire. The hotel is nowhere near town that we can see. SoSo Wen is the manager. Her sister owns both Beautyland #1 and #2. SoSo Wen English "very good" and she will insure that we are happy and comfortable in our rooms, but before we are allowed to go to them, we are invited to the roof, where breakfast is served and from which is a magnificent view of the Scwedegon Stupa on the hill.
But now it’s dinner time! SoSo Wen suggests a hotpot restaurant nearby and laughs at us that we want to take a taxi there. “It soooo close,” but Prima and I are daunted regarding the flatness of the roads and likely potholes to twist our lovely ankles in.