The Mountain With the Golden Rock: Burma - jonistravelling |

It was 3 am and I was sitting on an ice-cold bus heading to a town that I didn’t even know the name of. Tired from a day of sightseeing in Yangon, I had just about fallen asleep when the bus stopped. Everyone started filing off. Where was I? Was I asleep? Had I slept? I walked off the bus and tried to find someone who spoke English, which wasn’t happening.