I love Yangon

Although I normally don’t enjoy big cities much I found Yangon fascinating and after a long time I did a lot of walking around such a large city and so I explored quite a big part of it.

Yangon is Southeast Asia meets India. But it felt more like the latter. I spent hours walking around Chinatown with its busy streets, loads of street vendors and their stalls and carts selling so many things. And the colonial architecture all around was impressive. I loved everything.

Yes. I really liked everything except for the fake monks (children) who asked for money what monks are not supposed to do. And also self-proclaimed tour guides. One of them assured me I wasn’t his passenger (supposedly a customer) but a friend after I had told him I wasn’t interested in a guide.

And I absolutely loved the children I met. I had never had children interact with me so excitedly as in Yangon. The next best thing were the kids in Uganda. I loved them. I loved how brave they were. I loved how they wanted to speak English. I loved how they made fun of me and each other. I loved they were like children.