Shwedagon Pagoda is beautiful but so is the city scape of Myanmar. Although getting around was difficult because everything was in Burmese (and Google translate hasn’t learnt Burmese yet, by the way), I did enjoy the scenes of Yangon very much. Besides, looking for street food was fun, because with the language barrier, you’ll always be in for a surprise!
I really like the sporadic pops of colours from the laundry and shelters.
We stopped by this travel agency to buy train tickets to Bago.
Magnificent red architecture we passed by.
One of the many street stalls in Yangon.
Not sure what this building is but it looks very colonial
A pit stop to rest and take a break from the heat.
Street food we got to try. This was quite good but I’m not sure what it’s called.
Grace and I call this the Burmese version of Chendol (a Peranakan dessert common in Southeast Asia). Again, I’m not sure what it’s called but I do prefer Singapore and Malaysia Chendol to this.
A crowded market we passed by on our way to Bago
A lady selling helium balloons to tourists
Many girls learn how to become nuns at a young age. They usually walk to the monastery together early in the morning.
A tender moment between two sisters helping each other to carry pots and pans
On the train towards Yangon from Bago.
Grace, my awesome travel bud
A lady with sitting across the aisle with her goods.