One of the less attractive things about Myanamar is the readiness of many of the locals to throw whatever waste they have over the side of a boat, out of the bus or train window, onto a wind-blown pile at the edge of their village, even straight off the side of their hilltop monastery into the otherwise pristine Andaman Sea. These days litter, mainly plastic litter, is a big problem. It’s not everywhere, don’t get that impression but it’s never far away. Some places are piled high with it, some literally awash with it. Some people live amongst it, some kids play in it. It hangs like prayer flags from some fences and plants. Some rivers, streams and storm drains are clogged with it, waiting only for the rains to to wash it into a bigger river and eventually out into the sea. My Oh Myanmar !