I realized quickly that any and all adventures in Burma are best left unplanned.  It was a recurring theme during my entire time there in March / April 2012.

random mid morning stroll down Strand Road and towards a bit of commotion near the Pansodan ferry terminal along the Yangon river.  Minutes later, I was on a ferry heading across the river, with a young guide named Joga (rhymes with yoga).

bike with a 20-odd chickens attached.  Hmm...

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