Yesterday, I rode an ear-popping elevator to the top (sort of) of the world’s highest tower with my new friend Kazushige in Tokyo.

Today I was treated to a row of monks chanting through a giant loudspeaker on the street below my hotel room in Yangon.

Internet is painfully slow, and I am at the nicest hotel I am likely to see on this trip, so don’t expect to hear much for the duration.