BURMA NOTES
Inle Lake, Burma. This is the first of a "Notes" series, a running commentary on where I am as I make my way across the world to the Vegas Rendezvous in late April. We start in Burma, where I have been for the past week. These are my impressions so far.
*Burma - 25 years ago the socialist military dictatorship insisted the name be changed to "Myanmar," but I along with most everyone else still call it Burma - is just emerging from a hermit socialism isolated from the world, and at a breakneck pace.
The contrast can be jarring. You see oxcarts with the farmer holding the reins to the oxen in one hand, and making a cell phone call with the other. But overall, the "energy" of Burma is one of gentle serenity. Even in Rangoon where the traffic is horrendous, there's no road rage of any kind, no honking horns.
Outside of Rangoon, almost no one drives fast, frantic to get where they are going. People proceed at a measured pace, they don't race; everyone makes room for everyone, whether an oxcart, a pedicab, a motorbike, car, bus or truck. Every smile is returned, and every wave. It's easy to see why the British fell in love with Burma - it's the people, their gentleness, their serenity of soul.