chances are, you haven t been to this place. chances are, this is a place you ve never seen. other than maybe blurry cellphone videos, old black-and-white newsreels from world war ii. chances are, bad things were happening in the footage you saw. myanmar. after 50 years of nightmare, something unexpected is happening here, and it s pretty incredible. in yangon, capital city of myanmar, it s dark. blackouts are frequent with the ancient power grid. what sources of light there are in the street cast an eerie, yellow-orange hue. for almost 100 years under british rule, this was rangoon. in 1948, after helping the british fight off the japanese, and with a new taste for self-determination, the country gained independence. after a decade of instability, however, the military consolidated power and never let go. elections, they came and went. the results ignored, opposition punished or silenced entirely. burma, now myanmar, where orwell had once served as a colonial policeman
full moon party. now what that means, we have no idea. we don t know. there is only one way to find out, i suppose. well, it sounds like a party. it gets crazy from now on. it s tazaungdaing, full moon day, a holiday marking the end of the rainy season. and today marks the beginning of three days of breakout the crazy. giant speakers compete for attention, everybody cheerfully oblivious to the distortion. cotton candy, trinkets, tube socks, just like a new york street fair, but with infinitely better food. these are the little birds? yeah. these guys are really good. was flying just a bit earlier
sense, then, that over cold brew and chicken necks in the port of yangon, philippe is the one joining me to explore this particular moment in myanmar. philippe: that s the money tree. anthony: oh, it is going to be a party. philippe: yeah. anthony: full moon party tonight. philippe: full moon party, that s right. anthony: now, what that means, we have no idea. philippe: we don t know. there is only one way to find out, i suppose. well, it sounds like a party. anthony: oh, it gets crazy from now on. it s full moon day, a holiday marking the end of the rainy season. and today marks the beginning of three days of break out the crazy. giant speakers compete for attention, everybody cheerfully oblivious to the distortion. cotton candy, trinkets, tube socks, just like a new york street fair, but with infinitely
tonight. philippe: full moon party, that s right. anthony: now, what that means, we have no idea. philippe: we don t know. there is only one way to find out, i suppose. well, it sounds like a party. anthony: oh, it gets crazy from now on. it s full moon day, a holiday marking the end of the rainy season. and today marks the beginning of three days of break out the crazy. giant speakers compete for attention, everybody cheerfully oblivious to the distortion. cotton candy, trinkets, tube socks, just like a new york street fair, but with infinitely better food. oh, are these the little birds? philippe: yeah. these guys are really good. was flying just a bit earlier this morning. anthony: i ll tell you, it s
cotton candy, trinkets, tube socks, just like a new york street fair, but with infinitely better food. oh, are these the little birds? philippe: yeah. these guys are really good. was flying just a bit earlier this morning. anthony: i ll tell you, it s the backbone of every street fair in the world, isn t it, deep-fried food? philippe: that s right. and here they also have the the little, uh, uh, batter, where they break a quail egg in it. one shot. it s really good. that s it? he s happy? all right. this is so tasty. much less greasy than i thought it would be. in fact, rather delicate. anthony: yeah, any time you tell me crispy little bird, i m all over it. philippe: good head. good beak, too. anthony: good beak. philippe: crispy and tender. anthony: oh, and they have rides. check this out. okay, it s a ferris wheel, but the power source, not unusual for these parts, is not electric. it ain t gas.