This week's voyage has been an interesting one, so far. The nation of Myanmar has been oppressively ruled by a military junta for quite some time. I hired a taxi driver (a.k.a. a disgruntled student of a university shut down by the military) who spoke English, requesting that he show me his country. His response, in reaction to providing him all of my military government vouchers was, "Can I bring my cousin?" My guide and his cousin (names not stated to ensure their safety) have been excellent hosts, driving me hundreds of miles around their country, showing me temples, stopping at towns to sing karaoke, and taking me to dinner theater shows. In the last couple of days, we took a trip to Golden Rock temple (through the jungle and up the mountains), and to an island pagoda near Rangoon.
Good people. Unfortunate circumstances.
