The following is a set of pictures from my first trip to Myanmar in 2005, specifically a single day in Yangon. One didn't see many Westerners on the street and even fewer Americans traveling solo. So meeting me was quite a surprise for many of the people I encountered. The images are not high quality but important to me nonetheless. Taken with a D70 and an 18-70 and a minimum of photography experience and knowledge. I had been in a small town in central Myanmar, Kalaw, that was well known as a trekking center and I had stayed in a hotel run by a Chinese woman and her brother. She suggested that, when I got to Yangon, I should stay at a hotel run by her friend. She said she would call and tell them to be nice to me. So I ended up at Lei Lei Hotel on 783 Maha Bandoola Rd in Yangon. From the startled looks on everyone's faces when I stepped into the lobby, I may have been the first Westerner ever to stay there. In fact, if you look at the reviews of the Lei Lei on Tripadvisor today , none of the reviews are by Westerners. (Prices are higher but that's to be expected.) One of the staff was evidently assigned to me, he took my bags to the room, which was adequate and clean but windowless. The sole window had been painted over because it looked out on a very bleak air shaft. After a few minutes, he brought up a bowl of fruit and a bottle of cold water – an unexpected luxury. I ate in the hotel last night, the lobby was also the restaurant. The same young man, Mr Lee, was my waiter; my guess was the his English was the best of the staff. When I asked about hiring a guide to see Yangon, he said that he could get the day off and he would guide me. When I inquired about the cost, he said that it was usually $15 per day but, since I was a hotel guest, he would only charge $10. I asked if we should hire a car and if he drove; he responded that would be too expensive and he would bargain for taxis and that would be much cheaper. (In fact, we ended up taking 5 taxis and the cost was less than $1/ride.) The next morning when I came down for breakfast (which was the standard for tourists all over Myanmar - eggs, fresh brioche, cheese, coffee and juice) he had the required guide uniform on – white shirt and blue longyi (sarong). I had seen the big tourists sights, I wanted to see where the people lived and worked and so we set off. Yangon buildings were in execrable shape, the military junta had no money for infrastructure so the roads, sidewalks and buildings looked badly worn and needed repairs and paint. We walked through the Indian market. In point of fact, much of central Yangon is a continuous street market and everywhere we went, people ignored me out of courtesy but were wonderfully friendly when my guide stopped and introduced me.