Imagine that! Here restaurants after restaurants serve what is fashionably called "Burmese Khowsuey"... and I discovered that Burma does not have any of that...
Ok to start at the very beginning ... I went to Burma on work... at first I was apprehensive... since my trip to neighbouring N
epal was far from a dream.. it was really really backward... Burma was a different ball game altogether... Yangon was clean, nice, leafy city... and the people were so nice on top of it.... not even once did I feel fear walking on the streets of Yangon at night... despite the various stories fed to us.... the military junta ensured that the crime was controlled....
as always I did not take my good camera... and the one that I had also ran out of charge... but the place was so beautiful I just had to click as much as I could.... also much to my surprise I realised that the burmese use the same script as the SOuth Indian languages! so it was like walking through SOuth Indian temples when it was actually Burmese pagodas... one more thing I managed to do was to see the last living quarters of the last mughal emperor.. bahadur shah zafar.. his tomb is so descript and unassuming that I cannot imagine how small the mughal dynasty had become...
