We went back to the Shwedagon, to see what we could find. We found a photogenic girl.
We found children going through a ceremony. They're being carried to avoid burning their feet on the ground.
Barry, this boy, and I all made this same facial expression in the heat.
The Buddhist nun sought alternate shelter.
This is the Singu Min Bell. The occupying British managed to drop it in the river while stealing it, which is why it's back, with damage shown.
This is a pear-shaped deity with strong eyebrows and ears.
I'm seen here appreciating robo-Buddha.
Anyway, here's the Shwedagon again, just because it's awesome.
Likewise, our hotel had many advantages, including a lovely pool, a gourmet restaurant, consistent electricity, and a drink called the Mandalay sour. All this zen rebuilt since cyclone Nargis.
Barry is shown here enjoying zen with his new Burmese longyi. Yup, it's a man-skirt.
We even chilled out enough to see the dew.
Engrish Anatomy.
Engrish Motivational statements.
Lessons in Flench. The present tense versus the gift.
Here we have a Trumph of engineering at Trumph Tower.
Barry says this is what happens in Flench if you eat too much fish.
Engrish economics lesson for tourists.
Philosophy: The fine print says: "There are some which are not spread here".
Study too hard and you might get something stuck in your platanus!
Made in Chinese Cabbage cuisine.
The above is traditional Engrish. Flamboyant use of adverbs, unusual animal combinations, extreme girliness.
This is standard Engrish advertising, although who knows what for.
We at Engrish school wish to see you soon, although not so welcoming for a store.
So here, live hockey is available at 8:00am if you buy the special channel (which also shows Nascar and wind-surfing to demonstrate its obscurity). Hockey with coffee is somehow more stressful than with beer.
Eventually we celebrated the efforts with preposterously priced Canadian beer.
Yatai are intimidating food carts where you enter through curtains to eat with locals. Barry made me go there twice.
Due to karma, Barry had to eat a whole dried salted fish there. Thank you, goddess of stone sculpture with your numerous assistants.
Other food choices included an unexpected Canadian BBQ restaurant.
Look, Canadian hamburgers, complete with lotus root and pumpkin chips!
I think we liked Japanese BBQ better.
The dimensional drink (sake?) menu did not enlighten us, so we made the wrong selection.
And finally, we went to a baseball game, where Barry got cheering sticks with stickers! You can see him attempting the cheers 
In Fukuoka we went to Taito Station, a colourful arcade. Barry was not bad on the drums. 
Until we realized that the screen behind us was giving us secret messages about aliens in the forests of Canada.
The games were a bit confusing. This one as something to do with angry people and cakes.
We learned about Gloomy, who is a naughty grizzly, weighing more than 2000 pomegranates, who forgets to stop attacking people. You can win Gloomy if you win the games.
There are other prizes that seemed of dubious value: pillows with butt or chair noses.
I preferred the tiny old-fashioned camera.
All this just made Barry nauseous, unfortunately.
Above is a graveyard in 
As we approached on tip-toe.
And then, enough to make me scurry away, this one was on the other side of the same building! Plastic heads trying to eat us!
Here is what it looked like to me, in case you didn't get it from not being there.
Ever since someone in Myanmar told Barry he looked like Nicholas Cage, he's been acting a bit unusual. It got worse when someone in Japan called him 
He started driving imaginary luxury cars.
Making special friends with bunnies.
He developed a strange allergy to rubber.
And has occasional nausea in inconvenient places.
