Suggested soundtrack: Strange Brew - Cream
I’ve just woken up in a room in Yangon with an envelope stuffed full of cash and a plane ticket by the door.
Fresh is not a word I would use to describe myself right now. Before setting off to Myanmar, I was in Germany for a pre-departure preparation course. l spent most of the week drinking with people about to head off to MSF projects all over the world. You know you’ve had enough beer when you’re sitting in a bar making holiday plans to visit new friends in Afghanistan.
There was some work, with lots of useful tutorials and presentations. There was also an intense night time “orienteering” exercise in the forest- I’ll reveal no secrets, but I can say its pretty memorable. That can’t be said for the party on the last night, which I can’t seem to remember much of at all. I do have vague recollections of skipping round the dancefloor in circles and flailing my arms in the air, but to be honest that could have happened at any point in my life. I do like to skip.
Anyway, after three hours sleep, I took a bus, a tram and then a train to Amsterdam, to catch a flight to Yangon via Bangkok. My hangover actually served me well at immigration, my pathetic figure prompting sympathy from the nice Myanmar visa officers. Needless to say, I pretty much passed out as soon as I saw my bed at the empty expat transit house in Yangon. My 12 hour sleep meant I’d missed my arrival briefing at the office- not my fault, I was dropped off at the wrong location by the pick-up driver.
I woke up to find an envelope of cash on the floor and instructions of where to find dinner. Im still hoping that the envelope was slipped under the door rather than brought in, as I was completely naked and most likely snoring when I was asleep. Not a good sight for any unsuspecting housekeeper. Oh well. Back to sleep.