Kathmandu, March 9 -- Yangon Airport sprawled before us, swallowing two women, B and me. There were only so many flights and only so many passengers, a complete contrast, I thought, to the chaos Tribhuwan International Airport is synonymous to.

We sauntered around, using the airy toilet cubicles at leisurely pace, while B laughed at how I said chutembare, instead of Je zu din ba de, the Burmese term for gratitude.

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Myanmar confuses me. Or perhaps it's Burma.

What is the correct way to speak of your country, I ask. My friend- of Karen ethnicity- pauses, looks at nothing in particular for a while and then answers: Burma is what the British called us, then the military junta formalised it as Myanmar when they took over.

Which do yo...