Yangon Airport is a bit of a mess. Building works are going on everywhere but even so there’s a feel about it, an almost tangible something. The difference between Yangon and Singapore is the ambiance that radiates from its people. The Myanmar are a beautiful people – relaxed, happy, friendly and helpful. I instantly felt very much at home.

Our guide, "call me Moe", wasn't hard to find. Above his head he held a banner that drew us to him. Dressed in traditional clothing, Longyi (a sarong) and Phi Nat (thongs) he took us under his wing and we were off. I was walking on Myanmar soil albeit was covered in cement.

Memories of my time in Malaysia when I was seconded to the Department of Air to teach at the R.A.A.F. School on Penang came flooding back. Driving through Yangon was like driving through a time warp. The last forty years never happened. I suppose that's why I felt so much at home. It was all so familiar.

Street markets are very much a part of Myanmar. At most markets you can buy just about anything you could possibly want or need.	Food of course is high on everyone's want list. And the variety is amazing. The vendors happily display their wares, ever ready to assist.

At our hotel, The Strand, we made plans for tomorrow's trip to Mawlamyine and Dad's grave. I can't believe I'm so close. Moe departed and Margaret and I were shown to our rooms. The Strand is like WOW! I’ve never before, in all my life, stayed at such a place and I have travelled quite widely in my day.