It can’t be a coincidence that the country least accustomed to tourism gave me some of the rawest and most vivid experiences in my year and a half away. Everything was unfiltered and wonderfully unaware of commercialism. Here I saw a jaw-dropping sunset by the U Bein Bridge, as locals floated past us in the foreground; here I trekked through the mountains in Kalaw, passing through chilli farms and sleeping in monasteries; here I witnessed the hot-air balloons of Bagan ease the sun into a new day; here I saw a fisherman stand on the tip of his boat in Lake Inle, with perfect balance, waiting patiently for his catch. Myanmar, more than any other country, gave me a feeling of pure amazement.