Street food in Yangon

The streets of Yangon were teeming with life, and food. Hanging out with friends at a roadside stall while gulping down a meal seemed to be a national pastime. In comparison, eating shops are hard to come by, probably due to high rental costs downtown (just guessing).

Springy-noodle stall just beside our inn, packed during lunch time. 

Chill out with an icy drink on a hot afternoon.

A stall selling the popular mohinga (Myanmar laksa), said to be the national dish of Myanmar.

Fried coloured food. Note the quails.

Pig innards hotpot. The boiling keeps the germs away, hopefully.

Kneading doughs for deep-fry.

Roti canai, cooked over charcoal fire. Hardly seen anybody cooking with gas.

Pineapples were in season.

Watermelons were huge!

An assortment of sweet snacks.

Orthopteran bites.

A reason why I had reservations sampling street food in Yangon... besides the dusts, flies, splashes and betel spits. Fear that my Malaysian guts couldn't cope. 

"Myanmar people like oily food. It could be that oily cooking enables the food to keep longer, and be more resistant to flies and its likes."