One of those reporter guys.
It is just after 11am when Thurein Win orders his third tea of the morning, a laiphet yeh type, as the Burmese call it, black tea with condensed milk. The order arrives as it always does in Yangon tea houses, rapidly, in a white cup on a white saucer with the milky brown brew spilling over the top. Win, in a black t-shirt, khakis and with a hairdo like the head of an upturned mop, takes a slow sip before he looks over. “By the way, have you read A Nice Cup of Tea by George Orwell?” he asks.