  So this is an old story, but Judy and I keep telling it and laughing about it, so I thought I'd post it.
On our second day of temple viewing in Bagan, we had this old man horse cart driver. He was really gross... he chewed betelnut... a kind of chewing tobacco and his teeth were all rotted and red. He was talking so fast and spitting. He didn't really speak much English but felt the need to demonstrate all of it and teach us a little Burmese. He kept saying, "English speaking- Burma, Myanmar speaking- Myanmar... English speaking- "hello", Myanmar speaking blah blah. " He made us repeat after him and he talked so fast it took you three times to get it. He counted for us up to like 20 and taught us a bunch of other simple stuff for like 45 minutes.
He was hilarious. It was exhausting though because he talked so fast and we couldn't have our own conversation. But, now every word we learn its like "cambodian speaking "blah", english speaking "blah". 
