I need to learn how to make fluffy gluten-free rice pancakes as featured to the right. I was smiling ear to ear upon finding this vendor at the morning market.
I boarded the Yangon bus, customarily packed to capacity. The bus had small plastic stools in the middle row to seat 5 across. The woman on the stool next to me leaned on my arm rest with her head on my shoulder. With the AC blasting, I wrapped myself in my silk liner and down jacket, looking like I was dressed for Nepal.
I was mindlessly entranced by the Myanmar programming of slapstick burmese soap operas, which invoked belly rolling laughter from the locals (somewhat captured in this video).