“It is just another asian noodle”, uttered 20-something traveller with a thick European accent, in response to my suggestion to eat Kyay-Oh, while she was in Yangon night market.
“Blasphemy”, I thought internally, while probably doing a terrible job at hiding my mortified face.
“What??? Kyay-Oh is not just another asian noodle,” said my accompanying friend from the States, half-chucklingly, with an obvious-but-failed intention to diffuse the heat.


