If I had Instagram, this would probably sum up the weekend in pictures.
I flew to Yangon (Rangoon) in Myanmar (Burma) from Friday to Sunday with a few of my colleagues from work.
It was mostly for business, but ended up to be a short vacation of sorts.
One of my work mates mentioned that to appreciate working in Yangon, you kind of have to let go of certain questions in methodology or protocol otherwise standard to more developed nations like Singapore.
The former nuances of a country that’s only recently opened up to the newer world are part and parcel of the charm, an adventurous mind is wont to say.
If you are a constant guest, I can only imagine how ideologies shift, how new buildings are erected, how prices constantly go up every single time you pay a visit.
If you are a Myanmarese, I can only imagine how all this sudden change and attention feels.
Good, I hope.
Some things will need to stay the same though.
For every new idea, a deeply- rooted belief in spirituality.
For every new building, a golden pagoda piercing the sky like a tapered reflection of the sun
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