This morning finds us in Yangon.  Quite the change on all fronts.  Though  right next door, Myanmar so far, seems more like India than Thailand.  Lungees are the dress of the men.  A long wrap  around piece of fabric, more like a long skirt than anything else.  Our hotel is basic.  It kind of reminds me of my grandfathers living room on the farm.  Clutter dominates.  We are right next to the Sule Pagodda.  Good and bad.  We have a fabulous view of it out our window, though the angle isn't quite right.  Main down side is the chanting.  24 hours a day with no let up.  It comes out over what must be giant speakers as the volume is intense.  Sleeping pills, pillows over the head, tp in my ears.  Still not really a solution.  I am trying to relate to it as a meditation.  Goes between that and a nightmare.
     We have signed up with the driver of the cab from the airport to take us on the next leg of the journey.  That starts Monday.  Maybe a little impulsive but we liked him.  Call it providence.  Meanwhile more about Yangon in the next entry.  Kathy, Cynthia and JB are fine and thrilled to be here.                 JB