Yangon in the rainy season is not the most attractive of places. With hardly any public services, street cleaning, erratic electricity power, no street lights, high fuel bills for generators, and broken pavements, sometimes life looks too much to bear. In a street behind one of the most prestigious hotels, The Strand, vegetable sellers sold their wares in a flooded market, squatting in for hours to make a few kyat. As I sit here in my dry, aircondtioned office I try not to take my life for granted.