Arriving into Yangon feels like stepping back in time. January is in the dry season and everything is dusty. This is a light, brownish-orange dust that gets kicked up by foot and road traffic, getting on your skin and giving you ‘tan lines’ made from a light coating on anything exposed. The sun is also bright and warm- it’s reaching the low 90’s, so I wonder how anyone could make it through the summers in SE Asia. It’s loud. Horns honking and big trucks rumbling along the road….