The end of my Myanmar adventures takes us south, to Dawei on the Andaman sea. It's all about the water. We splurged on a fancier hotel for this pool. It, and the amazing shower, were worth every penny.
How did we get here? First by flying back to Yangon, and being overwhelmed by the rudeness of city people, after weeks in the countryside.
This airport lending library made me happy, even though I couldn't read any of the newspapers.
Dawei is part of a special economic zone, and they clearly have grander ambitions of weddings and conferences. For now, it seems like there were no more than 20 foreigners here.
Afterward, we ate the festive meal in the hotel restaurant, which was mostly hits for $12. Delicious Caesar salad. Pumpkin soup. Red garoupa with vegetables. And this surprisingly delicious Christmas pudding, which we agreed was what fruitcake wants to be. A free glass of wine was undrinkable; we had mojitos with Havana rum instead.
Tomorrow: off to explore Dawei Peninsula. Hope your Christmas was sweet and serene, wherever this finds you.