I love landing into an unknown place at night.  Everything around you seems dark and mysterious and slightly dangerous.  Away from the comfort of your own bed, you know you are definitely not in Kansas anymore.  Landing into Yangon from Bangkok, it felt like the wee hours of the night, and in reality it was only 7:00pm.  Our car drove us through town as we headed to the hotel and we pressed our noses to the window trying to discover what was in store for us for the next ten days.  As we passed the famous Shwedagon Temple, we asked our guide to stop so we could see it in all its glory.  Two very bling Chinthes (the lion/dragon creatures) guard the majestic entrance and, alas, blocked our view of what Kipling called, “a beautiful winking wonder that blazed in the sun.”  We would have to wait until the light of day to bask in all its glory.