There's not much to do at the beach in Myanmar, so I walked to a secluded spot, and read about Nepal under a palm tree for awhile. I skipped lunch, but after producing my first solid poop in six weeks I was hungry, so I picked one of the same-same restaurants. This was difficult, because they all look the same, have similar names, and invariably have the same 30-page menu. You can't even choose the most crowded place, because there are so many places and so few people that there is only one group in each place. I picked "PK Restaurant" and ordered "crispy fried fish." It was the whole fish: head, eyes, fins, and all, but it was delicious, and probably my best meal in Myanmar.