‘See less, crib less’. Most travelers I came across didn’t have much to recommend Yangon for and on the contrary tried to down sell it. Don’t fall for it, the city is all about the streets. From boiled corn, veg filled dosai, oil-dripping egg fries to remnants of Britain, Rangoon can be a leisurely adventure for the non-checklist-traveler. And oh, mingalaba means hello in Burmese, something you will hear a million times a day, get used to saying it, sing it.
The big day was finally here, Persepolis was going to be mine (I mean for my visit). As usual, I left things to the 11th hour and went around during breakfast asking if anyone was willing to accompany me when i realized the ride would burn quite a hole in my pockets.
Time for some real Yazd exploration. I checked out and left the bag at the reception assuming the day could be wound up by noon and that Shiraz seemed a possibility to reach by night. Clearly, I was wrong.
The breakfast was a nice spread and the amount of orange juice I drank must have put my other love, beer, to jealousy.