We tried to get into the Strand hotel, which is no longer allowed. It is said to have been patronised by visitors ranging from Rudyard Kipling and Somerset Maugham to Mick Jagger and its afternoon high tea in the teak furnished lounge is acknowledged as being a memorable experience.
We then walked towards the port before being driven to the last minute shopping sales on the state run market, whose stalls sell a wide range of Burmese handicrafts as well as jade and gems. As we were strolling around the port I sighted a car with an English sentence that I still can't make out. I wonder what was really meant by "who you know me?".
Responding to a group request Chocho took us to a local restaurant on the way to the airport which is attended exclusively by locals. We had to choose the food we were going to eat, which was rather difficult once the restaurant staff didn't speak any other language by their own. Despite not being used to foreigners they treated us with a mixture of welcoming friendliness and shyness. I decided not to take any photos out of respect. Because it was Pascale's birthday the travelling agency representative came by carrying a birthday cake, which was particularly nice on their part.