Rain rain, so we’re going away

Well! Thanks for 3proxy.com, greetings from Yangon, where it has been raining for 3 days, and rain is forecast for the next 3 months or so. It’s a shame, because the giant puddles and general nasty conditions are stopping me from seeing what I can tell is a city I would love.

We arrived this morning at 8:30 am local time (we’re 11 1/2 hours ahead of NYC). The Yangon International Airport was as big as you’d expect….but ours was one of only two planes on the tarmac. The other was an Air Bagan plane – for domestic flights. But the wide empty tarmac was just the beginning of the rather spooky airport. I entered the arrivals hall expecting grit grime and dilapidation. Instead, I was greeted with sleek, modern steel and glass. And completely silence. No announcements. No bustle. No other passengers competing for a place in the immigration queue. Just a giant, Logan-worthy arrivals hall with a few sleepy foreigners and many sleepy Burmese. (As we were leaving the airport I checked the arrivals screen – the only flights I could see arriving today were from a few from Bangkok, one from Taipei and one from Singapore. )

I had been planning to stay at a “mid-range” hotel here, but at the luggage carousel we were greeted by Zin Minn from Motherland 2 guest house (a great cheapie option, according to Lonely Planet). He offered us free transport to the city, so we decided eff it – we’ll go with him. I’m glad we did. Zin (who’s sitting right next to me right now printing out welcome notes for tomorrow’s arriving guests) and the rest of the staff here are extremely friendly and helpful. They just helped us book a bus ticket to Kalaw for tomorrow. We had been planning to spend another day here, but the rain is awful and Marjan is not happy. (I’m starting to worry that she’s very negative and suspicious, which will make traveling with her – especially in this nutty place – quite difficult. I hope I’m wrong!) So anyway, we’re heading north to the cooler and hopefully drier hills.

I wish I had the time and capacity to write about my first impressions of Myanmar and Yangon, but I’m exhausted from the long day and I have to get up early tomorrow. I have a 18-hour bus ride to look forward to. My poor ass.

Hope all’s well with everyone out there. I’ll log on again when I can.