Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Day 2 -- A Morning Flight to Bagan

TinTin and our driver were waiting for us at the ungodly hour of 4:45 am as we set off for the airport. As it was with Nelson Mandela in South Africa, all neighborhoods here are defined by their relationship to Aing San Kuu Kyi - this is the street where her house is, this is where her political party office is, etc. So, we drove by her house in the dark, and then on to the airport.

The breakfast the hotel packed, while thoughtful, was less than enticing. Some hard rolls and an old banana. So once at the airport we dined on dim sum, and it was good. I like the Burmese tradition of real food for breakfast. And now we are sitting in the airport, watching it fill up with an odd assortment of Asian businessmen, wealthy Brit tourists following their guides everywhere, and the usual assortment of Western backpackers. Not sure where we fit in; we have advanced arrangements wherever we go, but this isn't an organized tour, except as organized by me. And at this point in my life, this feels about right. I would not go back to the hostels and wandering the streets searching for the bus terminal, but I also am not ready to be spoon-fed all my experiences.