Here’s a first for me! In my hotel room in Yangon, Myanmar, I found my suitcase had been broken into! I opened it to find all my clothes carefully folded! It appears that the maid had opened my suitcase, removed all my crumpled clothes (clothes that I’d carefully rammed into every nook and cranny to maintain my usual disheveled look), then meticulously folded everything and arranged them perfectly in my suitcase.
Then she took my sweatshirt and shirt that I’d carefully placed on the floor and hung them up on hangers! Absolutely nothing was missing! It must be a cultural thing here… Has anything like this ever happened to you?
