Saying goodbye

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Bogyoke Aung San museum, momentarily closed for restoration.

In preparation of our long flight today we sleep late, we get up at 7.30 a.m. and take our time for breakfast. To end our holiday in style Trudy has caught another case of the runs this morning, but fortunately she doesn’t really feel sick. The warm breakfast buffet of the Panorama Hotel has sounded like music to our ears for weeks, but today the both of us simply can’t eat any of the hot dishes. We stick to bread and fruit.

We hop on a taxi at a quarter past nine and have us taken to the Bogyoke Aung San Museum. This is the house where Aung San lived with his family for one and a half years in 1948/49 until he was killed. Since that day the mansion is a museum and has never been altered in any way.

The barge-like restaurant in the Royal lake.
Inside there should be pictures of Aung San Su Kyi as a little girl, but I’m afraid we will never find out, because the museum is “Temporarily closed due to restoration”. All we can see is the exterior of the house that, for the main part, is hidden behind foliage. We don’t want to go back to the hotel immediately and have the taxi driver take us to the restaurant in the middle of the Royal Lake, that is made of concrete, but looks like a barge in which the king used to sail in the days of old. We don’t go in, because it is being exploited by the government and we don’t want to support the Junta.

In Mandalay we got the address of the Care Foundation in Yangon and this is our next stop. Once more we pass Shwedagon Paya before we get to the address, and once there, all we find is another rejection. Today is Saturday and the only ones present are the gardener and a chauffeur and neither one of them has permission to give any information.

A Chinese Lion Dance in the lobby of our hotel.
We are welcome to come back on Monday during office hours, though...

We head back to the hotel and after a short toilet stop on our room we cross the street to have lunch at Global’s. It is only quarter to eleven and we are not really hungry yet, but we have to be ready at one p.m. and we want to close our suitcases without hurrying and take a final shower before going to the airport. Fifteen minutes before midday a group of locals enters the lobby of the hotel and starts performing a traditional Chinese Lion dance. No tourist trap, but a tradition that is still very alive today, just to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Trucks with celebrating people pop up in traffic all over the city and one of them just happened to stop in front of our hotel.

We leave at one fifteen we are taken to the airport and on the bus we receive a present from the local tour operator to thank us for visiting their country, expressing their hope that our stories will make more people head this way.

Trucks like these, filled with Lion Dance groups dot the city at the beginning of the new Chinese year.

Once at the airport the long wait begins, because our estimated departure time is 4.35 pm. The tv screens on the walls show nothing that is really interresting, but they help kill the time a little bit.

Like on the way here, we transfer in Singapore, but this time we don’t have very much time until our next flight departs. There’s just enough time to have a Chilli Crab Dip at the Hard Rock Cafe followed by a desert that is rather on the big side.

On the flight back to the Netherlands Trudy suffers from a stomach ache (was it the desert?) but for the rest there are no problems. When we approach our motherland the weather forecast by the captain prepares us for temperatures near zero degrees Celsius. Now our holiday is really over...

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Bogyoke Aung San museum, momentari…
Bogyoke Aung San museum, momentar…
The barge-like restaurant in the R…
The barge-like restaurant in the …
A Chinese Lion Dance in the lobby …
A Chinese Lion Dance in the lobby…
Trucks like these, filled with Lio…
Trucks like these, filled with Li…
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