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The slow train to Thazi as some websites called it – was on the top of my list of things to experience in Myanmar. And I did.

I had barely made it over twenty ill-designed steps when the rank stink of monkey-pee assaulted my nose. It was worse than stepping around (or into) poo that kept appearing faster than it was being cleaned up by hapless Burmese men and women with long handled brooms.

I loved Yangon for reasons directly relating to food and affordable living, followed by its amazing sights and sounds.