Traveling to Myanmar is like being in a time warp. Imagine a place untouched by McDonalds and Starbucks, where images of 1960s Southeast Asia become real life here. Cone-hat wearing villagers bike along a dirt road lined with endless rice paddies. This is a place not advertised in your latest issue of the New York Times magazine. Like Bangladesh, you better see it in the raw before it’s too late; before globalization and tourism become the country’s new kind of dictatorship.
And if you love gold, you can’t go wrong here: