Special for Jenny who wanted to see the Shwedagon at night. I can't convey the sultry warm air, the buzzing mosquitoes, the smell of incense and flowers, the last call of the birds as they fly over or the calmness that prevails. But I hope you can imagine it.
During the eight times that I have been in Burma, my last night is always spent at the Shwedagon, I light an incense in thanks for our safe journey that we have had, and hope to return.