Going in Circles in Myanmar

The afternoon monsoon is so intense that I can barely make out the circle train pulling into Yangon central station. It lumbers into the boarding area like an apparition, slowly becoming more visible as it breaks through the curtain of water. Tons of rain water pours off the corrugated awnings, creating massive waterfalls for lines of waiting children to run through, while more than one adult also take advantage of this free, cleansing, public shower.