I made it all the way what I can only describe as African style traffic in Rome (i.e. chaos… except here there is absolutely no respect for the traffic police) to go and pick my visa up from the Embassy of Myanmar. It only took me an hour and a half to do the 12km or so… anyway.. I wait to see if the document required has arrived. It had. The only thing that now stands between me and an on time departure is a broken printer… too funny.
Good job I got a changeable ticket!