I enjoy the hustle and bustle and sometimes the smells of markets, so on our last morning in Yangon we headed to one of the busy markets to buy a few "souveniers" a burmese calender for the wc, a huge lighter that we had seen a few people use for our tuin-haard, a few cheroots for the neighbours and a garland of flowers to eventually dry. While browsing the stall with banana flowers and stems, I sensed that I was being watched.