Mmmmmm, crickety goodness.
I complain when I run out of hot water, and it seems a good chunk of burmese people still use public wells. Even in downtown Mandalay there were street corner taps where people showered and did their washing.
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U Bein Bridge and the villages at each end.
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Other than escorts, I don't think anything that calls itself "High Class" actually is.
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I find it hard to imagine that biking a block of ice to a truck, driving it twenty minutes down the road, and loading it on to another bike taxi is the cheapest most efficient way to cool anything.
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