Back in Burma
Arrived back in Burma last night after an uneventful flight but a very stressful couple of hours after that.
Aside from being generally upset at returning with no prospect of Josh to offer hugs and stupid comments, the airline also managed to lose my large suitcase somewhere between the check in desk at Heathrow and the plane in Yangon.
Added to that, already feeling incredibly emotional and frankly, pissed off, the only taxi driver left outside the airport tried to charge me double to get to my apartment so I told him to bugger off and was then left standing on the pavement, in the dark, trying to flag down a cab, whilst trying very hard to stop crying.
Fortunately a very nice man offered to share his taxi with me (Even though the b*stard taxi driver still charged me the full fare). The last straw was when I sat down in the taxi to find that the entire back seat was completely soaked through, because Thingyan (Burmese water festival) has only just finished. In fact, it hadn’t quite finished, because we got sprayed on the way into town. This is AFTER we had to turn around and search for another route because the main road into town was closed, due to the festival.
So got back to my apartment to suddenly find myself feeling less than happy and extremely alone. Thank god for my parents and reduced international call rates.
On a brighter note, I am now able to use my laptop to connect to the net in the PC lounge downstairs. No idea if I’ll get charged for that or not.
