It was our first night in Rangoon, Burma, in the 1960s. We had arrived from a cool climate to a suffocating 100-degree F day, and our sluggishness was further aggravated by jet lag accumulated during a flight half way around the world. We accepted the invitation of an official from the embassy who was familiar with the city to leave the hotel and go to a restaurant nearby. We walked alongside open sewers, which stank to high heaven, and turned into a street which could only be described as an alley. When we entered a small building, I couldn't believe we intended to eat there. Everything -- ... [Read More]