Rangoon (Yangon), Burma (Myanmar)
These are my last days in Thailand for some time – I am heading to Chiang Rai tomorrow and then taking the slow boat down the Mekong on Sunday. It’s strange that northern Thailand has so quickly become like a home to me; when I arrived in Chiang Mai again after nearly two weeks in Pai it felt like I had just been on a little sojourn and was now coming home to stretch my travel-weary legs. But there are more adventures to be had, more countries to see, which is why I need to get a move on to Laos and Cambodia. I also have a new itinerary, which means my time in Laos and Cambodia has been shortened a bit… but which means I am now flying to Australia to see one of my best friends Ali and then to South Korea to see another of my best friends, Kerri!
As some of you know, Kerri and I travelled together to southern Thailand and Burma in February. It feels like a lifetime ago, the day I walked through this market. I always think, “But this, this I will never forget,” and then, lo and behold, I need these photos and this video to spark my memory. But once it is sparked, there it all flows out… the fish trying to make their escape, flopping down the alleyway; the large pieces of wood to use as suncream; the strange fruits and vegetables I’m still not sure what to call; the monks in robes of all different colours, walking softly in their velvet slippers; the exchange of many thousands of kyat, people shopping for their weekly supplies and fresh dinners; smiling endlessly at my travel companions, Kerri and Uros; smiling endlessly to be there, to be in that very ordinary market of Rangoon, to be exactly right there at that very moment. There it all flows out, and once again I’m overwhelmed.
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So fresh and delicious! I wish I could find a market like that here. The quality of the food is just better!
Yes, I love markets such as these! I hope the next place I live has a nice big market…