I 'm not sure if it's that we are getting old and dull or it's that Yangon isn't the party capital of the world but we saw in 2015 in a taxi traveling through the largely empty streets back to our hotel listening to the odd cry of 'Happy New Year!' and the bang of a few fireworks. Our night had been spent in one of a relatively small number of bars that resemble bars as we know them that exist outside hotels. The place is called Gekko, is stylish and kind of Ja...

We came to Myanmar because years of a repressive junta has prevented globalization making it as bland as other rapidly developing counties have become. No Starbucks, no KFC and even the Scottish restuarant hasn't made it out yet. It was important to remind ourselves of that when we walked past the big dead rat in the middle of the street, it's guts on display, or breathed in the smell of sewage from the not quite open, but not quite enclosed sewage system. Des...