Travel seems to afford people with alot of time for navel-gazing. I am no different. In fact, when I left Bangkok, Thailand for Yangon, Myanmar (or Rangoon, Burma, dependent on whether you recognise the name changes), I actually made a point of leaving my laptop behind, and trying to pack as few distractions as possible so that I could engage in both some good and intense gazing into my navel, as well as remove anything I could put between myself and the locals - to draw them in and me out, so to speak.
Myanmar - a country with no ATMs, a military junta, random bombings and an impending anniversary of an uprising. I sure can pick my travel destinations, can't I?