[Myanmar Travel] Yangon’s attractions have changed greatly, and SAR passports are visa-free

1/ Return to the starting point Taking advantage of the visa-free SAR passport, no matter how busy you are, you still have to visit Myanmar. It turns out that the last time I visited Yangon was in early 2017. In nearly two years, the city has changed a lot. Although the air outside the window was still muggy, the road conditions as we drove downtown were much better than in previous years. Along the road, we saw high-rise buildings one after another, four- and five-star hotels, overpasses, and fewer pedestrians on the streets than in previous years. In the past, it was often necessary to rely on the crowds gathered together to guess where to get on and off the bus. Now many places have built bus stops, and the situation of casual boarding seems to be an end. I went to visit the B&B where I used to stay, and found that there was suddenly a quite large fitness center opposite. However, the Shangri-La Hotel next door is still the same as in previous years. Several theaters across the street are still there, but the ones next to the theaters have been replaced by commercial high-end buildings. The criss-crossed Aung San Market in the past is still there, but there is a newly built "New Aung San Market" opposite, and there is a large shopping mall "Junction City" next to it, which houses Genki Sushi, Ippudo, and Jade Ramen Xiaolong. Bao, for a moment I thought I was home. The most eye-catching thing about the Shwedagon Temple is that it remains as glorious as ever. It only has an elevator at the entrance and a passage dedicated to "Foreigners". In this way, I walked all the way from 33rd Street to 19th Street, walking through familiar streets one after another, and alleys with new clothes one after another. Suddenly I felt like an old man, chattering about the changes in this place while walking, but unable to keep up with the pace of the times. It's also like a lovelorn person, wandering in memories, reluctant to let go of the past. Memory and reality overlapped, and I discovered that there was only a small difference between "familiar" and "unfamiliar". After wandering around and around in the confusion, I finally couldn’t bear to find a roadside teahouse. sit. "Pawt Saint!" I said to the waiter. The waiter smiled shyly and handed me a cup of fragrant Burmese milk tea. After taking a sip, luckily the aroma of the milk tea is still there, and it can be regarded as a shared memory between me and this city.