Bit of a tough night for me, with a dehydration episode, and still rocky in the am, so I missed the last buffet breakfast. But I was able to haul out and make it onto the hotel shuttle and to the airport, with the help of a really cool young woman from reception who went through checkin with us and, get this, processed us through immigration herself (including stamping our passports - that apparently is necessary in some of the Myanmar states) after she discovered that the immigration guys were lagging a bit. Didn't know that was possible, but I had the feeling she may have often done "impossible" things, without any fanfare whatsoever. She went on to process a few others as well.
The flight to Yangon was brief, but of course, we did get a meal. Goliath was waiting for us, and he took us directly to the Great Feel, where I immediately crashed for a couple of hours, getting up only to drink the hydration salts D got for me.
I felt a bit better then, and so set about catching up on the blogging until retiring for the night.
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