Im afraid I haver no pictures of Yangon. It was all a blurry bad bad bad hangover because of that damm toxic rat killer named mandalay rum. I just know I ended up drinking with the son of the military chief of myanmar, I was just way too drunk to remember I hate the birmanese gov.
Then Bago came, place to avoid. It makes you feel like a giant wallet with legs, but oh wait, actually all myanmar makes you feel like that.
Then I went to see the damm golden rock. Wich is indeed, a damm golden rock.
I also met The mother of the travelers, Jessica, who was also catalan, and the crazy Charlie, from england.
Its also a thing here to feed snakes with money.
pd. I dont shit normal.