I’m back in Yangon, Myanmar. It’s my second trip here; the first time was ten years ago in December 2004. It’s exciting to be back and see what’s changed as well as what’s remained. Since opening their economy up it’s been a boomtown. Growth growth growth! Lots of folks from overseas coming here to explore opportunities. Let’s see what I can stumble upon.
I was walking around in a quest to find toothpaste and water; it was about 6 PM so like any other city it was full of people who had just left work. Rushing for a bus, walking home, or heading to dinner with friends and family. It’s a time of year when the sun sets early but the streetlights haven’t turned on yet, which made the city surprisingly dark. But there’s so many people around and kids playing in the side streets that it feels safe. Watching the crowd run for a bus made me think that there’s a hidden Olympic sprinter waiting to be discovered in one of these commuters. The buses don’t have a specific bus stop but they pull up in an area running the length of a city block. There’s no indicator of where the bus is going so a guy hangs out the edge of the bus and yells the route the bus plies. The bus stops for only a few seconds, and they’re packed with people. So in these few seconds the people who need to get on that bus are running to it from wherever they had been standing, and the folks on the bus are squeezing their way out. It’s quite a sight.