I’m still amazed how you can still be lost and desoriented on the first day in a new country, even after traveling for two month. As soon as you cross a border, it’s like a new fresh start.

I had two days to spend in Yangon and as long as I don’t particulary like big cities while travelling, it’s generally a nice first taste of what you can expect later during your travel. The first two days give you a good idea of the food you’ll eat (oh dear grasy and oily noodles), how you will dress up (time to cover up, the short shorts will stay at the bottom of my backpack), how difficult it will be for you to say hi and thank you (Mingalaba and Jayzudingbadé are not that simple at first to remember)…
  
    

I met Tom in the morning in my hostel and we decided to fix the credit card problem together. It was his second day here and showed me some cool places on the way. 

As a good Londoner, he helped me on my quest to find the punks of Yangon. Yep… I know. Myanmar would be the last country you’ll expect to bump on a punk but I’ve heard that they even have been guests stars of a short documentary.
Check the article here

In the end, all we could see was some graffiti showing their presence and some guys tattooed with ex centric design, some Mohawk and rich tee-shirts. 

Where is the best place to start a visit? Remember my love for food markets? So that’s where we naturally went. Also because we were hungry and a hungry Margot is a HANGRY Margot. 

So the streets are full of things they are selling. The condom stall is generally between the bananas and the pancakes stalls.  You can find death skulls patterned plastics to cover up your table or your smartphone but also vintage gilet razor blades or revolutionary tote bags. 

Yangon is such a mixe of what could be a hipster and an authentic city. You can fell that the country slowly open itself to foreigners and start to absorb what western tourist like.

Can we just talk about the buses for one second? 

I still don’t understand how they work… A guy is screaming at the back the direction and some people jump in or jump out while the bus is in the traffic. Also, as the perfect Asian rule: when you think no more people can enter inside, they succeed to welcome twelve more… Claustrophobia? Nope, this term doesn’t exist there.