Tired Doctors

Trip Start Jan 02, 2013
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Trip End Apr 25, 2013


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Where I stayed
Clover Hotel Yangon (Rangoon)
Read my review - 4/5 stars

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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Welcome to The Whittlog! The virgin blog site of Jonathon and Isabel Whittle aka Dr Whittle and Dr Welch.
So we arrived from London via Doha in the early hours on Wednesday morning (no mayonnaise tantrums on the flights thankfully). After dumping our surprisingly light rucksacks at the pleasant Hotel Clover we wandered off to the nearby Pagoda, a splendid example of Buddhist architecture covered in 8 tonnes of gold. We found our own personal Buddha thanks to Professor Taerum, a 78y old retired professor of history from the university who tells us he is training to be a monk again before conning us our of five dollars. Our Buddhas are related to the day upon which we were born. My Saturday Buddha is situated on the South side of the central Buddha circuit. I am instructed to bathe the statue and his two chums in cool clean water from a silver cup whilst praying for good luck (no d&v), prosperity in business (not getting sued) and happy relationships (sharing the Haribo).
Changing money is quite bizarre in Burma. The airport will offer a criminal rate of exchange but it was closed when we arrived so we did what everyone else does and found the official, non-official money dealers in the downtown market. We handed over thirteen notes and got nearly a thousand in return- felt like a bank robber. Can't stuff that amount of cash in a money belt without looking pregnant.
Lunch in the local market cost a grand total of 75p and was delicious even if there were ants in the broth. There was a familiar and semi unpleasant smell everywhere that I couldn't initially place but I now realize that it is fish sauce- smells vile, tastes great and they pour it over rice for breakfast apparently.  The people are so friendly but fell about sniggering when I tried to say hello and thank you then banged my head on the roof of the cafe shack. There are few Westerners here and until eighteen months ago, tourist visas were limited to 24h in the country. I think that they might see me as a bit of a huge, clumsy circus attraction with yellow hair.

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