Contrary to what most people think, Yangon is not the capital of Myanmar. It was, but they have since changed it to Nay Pi Taw, the city hosting the 27th SEA Games. It took me quite a while to wonder why would they host the games in a province 6 hours away from Yangon. But it all makes sense now.
We were the first team to arrive at Yangon Airport at 7.50am (9.20am Malaysian time), 30th of November 2013. Upon arrival, we were greeted by receptionists in traditional costumes. "Magindala" means welcome in their local language. They have an accent like the Thais, and their hand gestures are somewhat similar (palms against each other in front of the chest, and a slight bow). Each and everyone of us were greeted by 6 receptionists, and for 3 seconds, we felt like a footballers heading to play an international friendly game.
We went through the "diplomats" counter, and got our passports stamped. Was relieved I didn't have an issue with my old and new passport. We got a surprising welcome note then. There were a few ladies, probably 2 heads shorter than me, waiting at the carousels. When I picked up my bags, they immediately stood in and helped me carry my bags before placing them on the trolleys. Well, it was awkward but I'd appreciate the gesture though.
At the waiting station for our pick up bus, we decided to grab a few group pictures. The next thing we know, the locals had their smartphones and tablets out, snapping as many pictures of us as they could. Second time feeling a boss. We had a police escort out of Yangon. Thank you Mr Policeman for riding solo and clearing the roads for us.
Throughout the 6 hours ride, I managed to grasp and imagine the Myanmar culture. The locals are warm, kind, friendly, and helpful. They are very beautiful people. Their innocence, smile and warmth, These locals however, are generally very poor. I did not see big cars and houses, or even nice and well kept houses along the way to Nay Pi Taw. Most houses have long grown weed, and dirty walls. The roads, are probably worse than those in Sabah. If you watch wartime movies, you'd probably be able to paint an imaginary image.
We arrived at the village and waited a few hours to get our papers processed. Security was tight. We went through body and bag searches. Great effort to ensure the athletes are safe. Dinner, was accustomed to our Malaysian taste buds. Rice, fried noodles, mixed vegetables, stewed beef, sweet and sour chicken and fish. There were refrigerators everywhere stoked with water bottles and 100plus.
Day 2 continues....
