Yangon: Around The World Without A Plane
Despite the amount of times I’ve flown in the past it felt a little weird getting on a plane again, especially on this particular trip. I had a 7:15am flight so left my hotel at 5am to get a taxi to the airport. I’m simply not a very good morning person, I didn’t take well to rising at this time, and things just kept getting worse. For starters Air Asia had a remarkably big checking-in line, and then when I did eventually get to the check-in desk, my bags were so heavy that they charged me thirty something pounds to take all my luggage. After weighing my bags it appears I’m wearing over half my own body weight on the top half of my torso. Almost 40kg worth of baggage – ridiculous. I’m supposed to be backpacking, but I feel like I’m training to become a Himalayan Sherpa.
