The alarm call came in at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m. and I was sure Chamreun would be grateful he hadn’t stayed out late. The skies were still dark though you could just see the faintest tinge of pink on the horizon. I showered and dressed then packed the few clothes I’d taken out my holdall away again. I buzzed through to Chamreun and arranged to meet him downstairs for breakfast.
We ate lightly: fruit, a croissant, and couple of cups of strong bitter coffee to wake ourselves up fully. Then it was outside to our waiting lion driver who we had agreed to give the fare to the airport to, and then off through early morning Yangon on the relatively short 16 km journey to the airport. This was one of the quietest main airports I had ever visited, and there seemed to not be the usual early morn
