Final Evening

We gathered on the Sun Deck for our final hoorah.  The Hotel Manager again introduced the staff.  We toasted and then they sang a song for us.  The next thing I knew they were playing Abba and the Senior Citizens were dancing like it was 1975.  I hear a lot of people hating on Abba but watch what happens when the DJ plays Dancing Queen.

Before I could escape, a conga lined formed.  For the record, I did not join it nor was I tempted.  There was some crazy dancing going on and I wondered if the locals were sitting on the riverbank opening a beer longing for the old days before they brought the tourists in.  Life in Myanmar will never be the same.   Some of it is for the good and some of it is not!