Like a sudden hope in the dark night of the soul - Yangon, Myanmar

I went there twice, but the first time they would not let me in. Managed to get on the last flight out of town. 
One year later was the second attempt, however successful this time. A poor country with riches beyond belief. Shwedagon and Botataung Pagodas are both priceless and breathtaking in appearance. 
Areas of British colonialism such as Holy Trinity Cathedral and the Strand Hotel made me think I was back in the old country for a moment. In fact, there are pockets of Brits still living there.
Food markets with unrecognizable meat and veggies. A band playing the Heart song "Alone" to me as I sat in a club by myself while being teased by flirtatious local girls. Feelings of being kidnapped by a taxi driver. Walking between pubs and getting lost at night. Guard dogs roaming the streets.
Apart from that, just a normal type of trip you could say.

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