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Here are some photos from Common Sense and Whiskey, chapter 6, Burma.
We took this trip long ago, in 1995. In those days we shot slide film and not too many photos survive now.
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Novice monks at Shwedagon pagoda, Rangoon.
Just hanging out at the Shwedagon pagoda, Rangoon.
On the road to Bago with a broken windshield. Not theirs - ours.
Back in the big city, with the Sule pagoda, beside which I bought name tags in Burmese for all my friends from U Bo Gyi and Mg Ko Oo, in the distance.
Local transport, Rangoon.
Driving was on the right, a gift from SLORC, which also changed the name Burma to Myanmar. Britain was the colonial power and left driving was the rule until SLORC woke up insecure one day and decided to reassert control by decreeing that from some date forward driving would be on the right.
So one day to the next, buses dumped their passengers directly into traffic.
Ad man in his longyi - as Kyaw explained, they're "long - yee's" here, "lon - gee's" in India. Rangoon.
Heading out of town to get out on the Irrawaddy River near Kyauk Tan village, where they ate those worms from tree branches. Here's some of the folks along the way.
Longtail near Kyauk Tan, on the Irrawaddy Delta.
From our vantage point on the viewing platform, families craned and waved at kin walking up the Silk Air ramp, Singapore bound, probably on the first flight of their lives, craning and waving madly back. You couldn't really afford to fly if you were common folk and we couldn't help but think they had saved and saved for those tickets, and maybe the fervent waves were because those guys weren't coming back.