Arrived late at night in Yangon and were spewed into the dark, sultry streets of the dilapidated Burmese capital. Greeted by the noise of geckos and crickets.

On the streets of Yangon there is hardly any private transport on the roads, many buses, taxis cycles and pedestrians. Hardly any public services, street cleaning, erratic electricity power, no street lights, high fuel bills for generators, pavements are broken and forests grow from old colonial buildings. We enjoyed just roaming the streets, drinking tea in the many tea shops the cram themselves into an available space on the sidewalk.
(Yangon. monsoon season 2004)