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property details for 5 Burma Place Ballymena BT43 7AU
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Ballymena, BT43 7AU - Inhabitants, Company, Information
Inhabitants of this group usually squat on inferior patios and small apartments in urban and suburban citys. Most of them are renting public sector apartments from the board or through building societies, although some are fighting for a loan. Poorly-paying clerks and handicrafts work in these neighborhoods. As a rule, they are greedy for loans, try to make ends meet and are often not in a position to make refunds.
There' s A Place In...Rangoon, Burma
After Rangoon, Burma, also known as Yangon, Myanmar. Where did you hear about this place? For a long time Burma has been one of those places on my list of destinations, as exotic-sounding and far away as Zanzibar, Bora Bora or Kathmandu. Knowing that the land had a restless and violence-stricken past, I had listened to excerpts from its story in the newspapers and at schools; I knew that I wanted to know more and try to comprehend a little more about the issues of its population.
Burma has a great deal of tourist debate and I had to balance the advantages and disadvantages before I decided to be there. As I began planning a 9-month South East Asia quest, I knew that a journey to this one-of-a-kind land would be all right; with further research on the Internet, I realized that it was not as hard to go to Burma as it once was, and within a few short get-togethers my itineraries were complete.
I' ve come to Burma for one simple reason: for the Burmesefolk. As there are a dozen breathtaking attractions across the nation, I have chosen to remain in Rangoon and get to know the town and its residents as well as possible. I' ve traveled many different places in my whole lifetime, but I can say frankly and with all my heart that the Rangoonans have been the kindest, hottest and most authentic ones I've ever known.
Wherever I went, folks were keen to talk and tell tales, and I was smiled at every turn. It felt as if I was in an eternal state of joy, so fortunate to be in a place that received me with such an open spirit and with such open hands.
They waved, men who sold weird fruit, clothed us in patterns and rejoiced at our expression after the first morsel; ladies at the fair clothed us in our old-fashioned clothes, giggled at our efforts to secure our Longyi (a kind of longyi carried by men and women); our clothes were always helped by our hand, and for no other reasons than to have a short conversation or to ask about our home world.
It made me felt secure, I felt welcome, and I felt what every traveler wanted to experience in a new place - I felt lively, curious and awe-inspiring. Yangon is of course an unbelievably interesting town, which makes every traveler happily for a few nights. Beautiful Schwedagon Paya shines brightly in the centre of the town, and will certainly be the object of many photos.
Bounded by India, Bangladesh, China, Laos and Thailand, the land is an unbelievable mixture of ethnicity, culture and food; you never get tired of walking around the back streets of this town, because every nook and cranny is different. There is one thing I really notice about my Rangoon weekend and I think it underlines the honesty and warmness of the people: the history of the platoon.
A small group of us, the self-proclaimed "Burmese Bike Gang" (from Serbia, France and Canada), chose one of our tours of the town. In about three hour we wanted to chill out in the car, talk to the person sitting next to us and gaze out the windows at the landscape that passes by.
This was a great opportunity to see all sides of the town and its outskirts, and we were actually surrounding ourselves with those who wanted to chat and eat together. Kerri, my travelling partner at the railroad crossing, sat with me at the entrance to capture a wind and have a better visibility; suddenly and in a terrible instant of anxiety, her purse dropped out of her womb and onto the railway track as the railroad slipped away from the tank.
When I realized what had been happening, the move was too fast for me to get off the plane in safety. My girlfriend was alone at an unfamiliar railway terminal in a strange land, and I had her butt.
Unbeknownst to me, I realized that they waved tissues out of their window and cried. About five-minute after Kerri's leap, the platoon stopped between two wards. And I couldn't believe what I saw: the platoon stopped waiting for her.
It was a procession full of hundred men, all of whom had to go to work or go home and wait for us with patience while Kerri ran to overtake. A few mikes later she showed up around the nook and we all rejoiced; as soon as she came back on the boat, the platoon left and everyone went back to read or sleep or chat.
Afternoons were a nice mess of track and landscape, but I will never ever remember the days when the trains stop. In my head it affirmed how unselfish, thoughtful and friendly the Burmese are.