Traffic is at a standstill and everyone seems half asleep. The driver is hocking big mouthfuls of betel juice out the window and Burmese rap is playing on the radio. Tonight what's being billed as the biggest punk show in the city's history goes down. For reasons hard to discern, Germany's Die Toten Hosen are headlining.
This is a tough, dirty, city. Everyone seems ill and hurting. Particularly jarring after so long in the countryside. But the flowers are a nice touch.
Our Burma moto trip continues. At this point we're just stopping in villages and asking, through a series of increasingly desperate grunts and hand gestures, if anyone around plays music. Some limited success. A lot of sitting around watching people do their thing. A Karen village near the border with Bago region.