It's clean. It's orderly. It looks like the capital is not starved of goods and technology. Or at least those whom can access it. Lots of Japanese brands. But a Porsche SUV passed us too.
People are skinny. Like there's a few guys around the airport in their purple sarongs whose waists must be closer 20" than 30". Like pencils. They are happy and chatty. The male/female interaction of airport employees, other than being unintelligible to me, looks no different than a bunch of West Jet employees joking around. All smiles and fun.
Temperature is exactly what would make a Burmese Python happy. Maybe that's why they moved here. It's warm and humid. It's difficult, just a couple days before Christmas, to picture that a shiver would ever occur here.
National dish, might as not waste time. Mohinga. Rice noodle soup in fish stock with garnishment a like peanuts, cilantro, hot sauce, egg.
Myanmar tea. Delicious. Strong, milky, earthy, sweet.
Lost baggage operation. No computers present. Girls were really nice though. Only thing I really pushed them on was to have someone walk around the luggage back area after they saw a picture of the Evoc bag to see if they could spot it. The girls seemed knowledgeable enough to get that I'd think a tracking system was normal, but sort of smiled and said they don't have that here yet.