I like Sundays here. It's the first day of the weekend for me and a chance to relax a little from the intensity of the city and the busyness of office life over the river from the previous five days.

It's 5am and I am wake. I make myself a cup of coffee and use my brand new 'desert island discs' luxury item, a toaster.

I sit out on my small balcony and listen to the pre dawn sounds. The ubiquitous cockerels, insects and birds from the trees opposite and then the chanting of monks at the nearby pagoda.

This is the Asia experience and I am enjoying these moments. Darkness turns to daylight quickly and a new day is about to begin.

The water which comes from my 'bathroom' tap is brown at first before turning to a water colour. I boil up some water in a kettle and it's great to feel this sensation on my skin. Basic, but all you need sometimes.

I listen to some favourite music and then phone up a Myanmar man and ask, "is that the Snow Queen?". It's my water supplier and he will deliver at 10am.
As I leave my house, I am invited to have a look into the NLD run school situated right opposite. An hour later, I am a few miles away in the south of the city at a restaurant called 'the house of memories' which makes the perfect connection.

It is the former home and office of Aung San, father of Aung San Suu Kyi, the founder of the NLD and it has been tastefully restored. He was only 32 when he was assassinated a few months before Burma's independence.

At 2pm, the rains come and will remain for the rest of the day and all through the night. My planned trip to the People's Park will have to wait for another occasion.