Yangon – which is also known as Rangoon is beautiful, relaxing and chaotic as hell at the same time! (with a slight smell of naphthalene that lingers in the air at the airport as well as in our hotel and reminded us of our grandma’s closet). For me Yangon can be described as a mixture of the hustle and bustle of city streets and the serenity of the parks and Buddhist temples (which can also be very hectic at times). The people here are the nicest you can find, always willing to help, say hello and smile while tilting their head in the universal hello-and-glad-to-see-you gesture. You must take into account that it is quite hard wandering the streets here without bumping into things due to the fact that everywhere you look, there are such beautiful people surrounding you, men and women alike, and at times I just couldn’t stop myself from staring, and when my stares caught their eye, I just smiled back awkwardly.
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