Aung Myo and myself. Not a great picture, but important to me. Aung Myo is the man who helped me on the bus and he joined me for a breakfast of Shan noodles this morning. I made the mistake of asking what one of the darker pieces among the noodles was (I was afraid it was beef, which I don't eat), and he said "solid chicken blood." Doesn't actually have a lot of flavour, and the whole thing was very good. Then he drove me on his motorcycle (which would be called a scooter in North America) to the pick-up point for the Nyaungshwe line-ka. I hope to stay in touch with him, as I really enjoyed his company.