A lasting gaze on the faces of Yangon

I arrived in the morning, stepping off the train and finding my way through the crowd, along the platform to the exit. Sleepless after 24 hours on a slow rocking train from Dawei in the south, I gathered my belongings; a small bag and my camera. I prefer to walk when possible, and as tiredness gave way to excitement, caught between yesterday and tomorrow, I headed into the city of Yangon.