Since there was no direct flight to Myanmar from Quancheng, at noon the next day, we first took a flight from Shandong Airlines to Kun Minh, then transferred from Changshui International Airport to Mingaladen Airport in Yangon.

It was the first time in my life that I had flown and the first time I had gone abroad, so I was a little excited. The fat man looks like he has experienced a big scene, and it's not strange.

Combined with the waiting time for the transfer, the total flight time was almost five hours. By the time we had finally completed the check-in process at the Royal Holiday Inn Yangon, it was already evening.

Flying is easy to make people tired, and Fan Pei herself is pregnant, and she has a strong pregnancy reaction, so she was not in a good state when she had dinner at the hotel, and said goodbye to us before she finished eating, and went back to her room to rest accompanied by Ruby.

The fat man and Lao Bi and I let go of our bellies and had a seafood feast.

Myanmar has a long coastline, so seafood is abundant and the price is low. But I don't know why, these scallops, lobsters, and crabs are all very large, but the taste is not as good as in China.

After eating, we were all a little unsatisfied and ready to go out for another walk. Myanmar shares a border with China, and the time difference is about an hour and a half from Beijing time, which can almost be ignored, and there is no problem of jet lag.

Walking on the street, the night is dark and the traffic is busy.

Myanmar, the full name of the Union of Myanmar and the country of peace, is located in Southeast Asia. It is bordered by the Andaman Sea to the southwest, India and Bangladesh to the northwest, China to the northeast, and Taiguo and Laos to the southeast.

There are more than 100 ethnic groups here, with a strong tropical style, and at the same time there are the largest number of pagodas in the world, also known as the "land of ten thousand Buddhas". However, its per capita GDP is only $1,000, making it one of the poorest countries and regions in the world.

In Yangon, the first thing you can feel is the temperature that is completely different from what we are in Springs. Mixed with the damp warm breeze blowing on the body, it makes people feel a little confused and fluttering in an instant.

As the most economically developed city in the whole of Myanmar, Yangon does not give me the slightest feeling of "developed". Everything in front of me is very similar to the eighties and nineties in China that can only be seen in old movies today.

The streets were crowded, dirty, and full of cars, but most of them were assembled or even assembled cars that I didn't recognize, with strange shapes. An army of motorcycles of all kinds, which can be called strange, whizzes past us.

In Yangon, in addition to monks and nuns wearing red monk robes and pink plain robes, almost most of the men, women and children, young and old, wear unique ethnic characteristics of "Keelung", and step on a pair of flip-flops.

The so-called "Keelung" is a kind of bloomers-like clothing, and it looks like two noodle bags sewn together, which is unusually wide and looks a little funny.

Burmese also like to apply a thick layer of yellow powder to their faces, usually on the forehead and cheeks.

It is said that this powder is made by grinding the trunk of the yellow neem tree, which has the effects of sunscreen, anti-inflammatory, anti-itching, etc., and can be called a natural sunscreen beauty skin cream, which is highly recognizable.

There were lumps of red dirt everywhere on the street, and at first I thought it was blood, but I was startled, but later I realized that it was the remains of betel nut that had been chewed.

Almost everyone in Myanmar eats betel nut, and only raw and unprocessed betel nut is eaten, and there are vendors selling betel nut on the streets.

They don't have a stall, and they have a wooden box around their necks that contains small pieces of red raw betel nut and white oyster ash and green reed leaves. After mixing the oyster ash with small pieces of betel nut, wrap them in reed leaves, and they are ready to eat.

To add insult to injury, we even saw several people taking a shower on the streets. The man was shirtless, and the woman lifted Keelung to her chest and poured water on her body with a scoop and basin......

Compared to the simple and somewhat humble Burmese people, the stupas that can be seen here everywhere look golden and splendor in the night, which is breathtaking.

They stand silently and spotlessly, creating a striking contrast and visual impact with the sordid streets and dilapidated buildings of Yangon, as if they were two different worlds.

Walking out of the hotel, a group of people gathered around. Almost all of them held signs with Chinese - tour guide written crookedly on them.

We originally just wanted to walk around the neighborhood and had no intention of asking for a guide. But one of them, a boy about 10 years old, who speaks Chinese very well, said that he charges by the hour, charging only 500 kyats an hour.

We have already exchanged quite a few kyats at the airport, but what is the concept of 500 kyats? The maximum denomination of the Kyat currency is 10,000 yuan, which is about 45 yuan. In other words, 500 kyats is less than 3 yuan.

But even 500 kyats can be enough for breakfast or a not-so-sumptuous lunch in Yangon. At such a young age, this child must be to subsidize his family or earn tuition for himself.

I felt a little uncomfortable, so I took out 1,000 kyats and gave it to him, saying that we will go around the neighborhood and you can buy what you want.

Lao Bi leaned on my shoulder and shook his head: "Quack...... Fourth, you stingy ghost, give more! How can we eat a big door! ”

The little boy stared intently at Lao Bi on my shoulder, his eyes shining and full of curiosity. He took the money but refused to leave, saying that we gave 1000 for two hours, and he was a man of promise.

He also said he knew the best seafood, fruit and snacks in the neighborhood and could take us there. If we don't use him, then he won't be able to take the money.

Lao Bi laughed: "Quack...... Still a stubborn temper, my lord, I like you! ”

The fat man teased him and said Do you know where Huici Street is? The little boy said of course I know, but it's a bit far from here, do you want to walk or take a car?

The fat man said that if you take us over, this money will be regarded as the cost of the journey. The little boy rejoiced, he nodded, and began to lead the way in front.

We walked the streets in the night, and the streets were still full of traffic.

The residential areas of Myanmar are not high-rise, and the buildings are closely spaced, and they are crooked and impermeable at a glance. The walls of these residential buildings are crumbling, stained, and broken bricks and tiles are everywhere.

Colorful laundry hangs on the balcony, crumbling telephone poles, garbage piled up everywhere, and the cluttered cobweb-like wires and web wires overhead are intertwined, giving people a messy sense of oppression.

It can be said unceremoniously that any third-tier small county town or even a small village and town in China is more neat and coordinated than here.

I saw a woman with a dozen plastic buckets and miscellaneous items on her head. She held a large wooden disc in both hands against her head, and the items piled up in the tray were almost as tall as hers, which looked extraordinarily exaggerated.

Several times, those hanging wires and network cables were in danger of blocking and sweeping off her goods, but she walked steadily, tossing and turning calmly, like a martial arts master hidden in the city......