Note the paper ticket. Air Bagan (Beth!).
This is a very gentle country to travel in. Sleep-lagged still for a 7 am flight, I left my purse in security. In a credit-less world, that’s a lot of cash. And I left my Swiss Army knife in my purse.
No ruckus. They just had me go back out to baggage where a laughing boy found my bag and put the knife in the pocket for me.
Then I had a passable croissant and Americano. Globalization comes swiftly.