Yangon to Beez
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 16 Dec 2017 23:57
|
Yangon, Myanmar back to Beez
Neez Pangkor, Malaysia
      After our visit to the amazing,
heavily jewelled pagoda, our grand finale to Myanmar. We went back to our digs
by taxi and enjoyed a cold drink. At quarter past four we were off to the
airport in the same taxi. Yangon is a mix of dirty, scruffy buildings, a few new
builds, big mansions, wealth, poverty and a horrendous traffic problem
with overuse of horns.
 Coming
in.........
  Passing this Meditation Centre, we thought these two
monks were transfixed in something, they were like statues.
 Some say Yangon can “grow on you”.
Err, No. Actually now fed up with people hacking up all the time and spitting
wherever. This taxi driver opened his door and spat his betel-stain on the road, it’s all down his door,
yuck.
 Having been all through Myanmar and
not seen a single KFC, here we were at the airport. Our flight was delayed for
two hours, so, we had to keep up our hundred per cent record of a KFC meal in each country.
  We shared a two piece and of course
I got Bear to
pose.
   There were even pictures on the wall
of Colonel Harland Saunders himself and the fact that
KFC is eaten in over a hundred countries by twelve million people every day.
Wow, we clearly have many more to go.
 We were surprised to see a Christmas
tree at the airport and many people stopping to take pictures with Santa. Bear posed too.
  We were amazed to find thick carpet as we made our way past loads of top brand
shops en route to our gate, all very posh. Our gate changed from eight to nine
and it was very amusing to see everyone rush for prime seats just ten metres
away, we stayed put as we could see and hear the ground staff. Soon loaded after
watching the arrivals leave our plane. Like watching
buses.
  Farewell
Myanmar, we had fun.
 Hello misty Malaysia.
  Three hours later and an hour and a
half added to our time, we enjoyed a coffee and as we bimbled to the coach
station I saw Bear Boss. Well, whatever next.
Quite right too. Steady.
 Our final wild
coloured bus for a week when we set off for Vietnam. We pulled in at
seven and found a very pleasant taxi man called Mr Chew, we’ll use him again,
instead of fifty wingnuts, he charged us thirty. I suppose it is daytime but we
had expected to be charged for unsocial hours. Home at twenty to eight. All well
on board. Time for a couple of hours in our own bed. Night, Night or should that be Day, Day. Oh
really..........
ALL IN ALL TRULY GREAT TO BE
HOME
FANTASTIC TO BE
BACK |