The smells and noise were unfamiliar which made them all the more intriguing. I decided immediately that I liked Myanmar and its people. 

I settled on the second hotel that we went to, unpacked my bags and had a quick shower before heading out in search of something to eat. 

I walked back down into the town where a row of street food stalls had set up. the smells were alien to me and nothing was in English which is the first time I have experienced this. there's something humbling about having to accept food as it is. we all have little things we don't like in our food, i.e. not too much oil, no dairy, no lemongrass blah blah blah... I pointed to something that looked like cauliflower and rice. As it was passed over to me the woman sprinkled it with something. it was f.....g amazing! (didn't want to know what it was)

After I had cleared immigration, I looked around with no particular plan in mind.
A worn out tuk-tuk pulled up at the side of me, (it had unfortunately seen better days.) A child at the side of the road eating some kind of ice cream stared… HaHa. from the look on her face, I don't think she had ever seen a foreigner before.  I pulled a piece of paper from my bag with the three hotels I had researched and gave them to the driver. Yes! yes! he nodded eagerly and signaled me to climb into the back of the tuk-tuk.