I visited Myanmar in 2012. The borders had just started opening to foreigners, and I was lucky to see the country before industrial tourism will surely make a considerable impact on it's landscape, and even more on it's people.
Rarely have I felt so safe in a country where extreme poverty is as widespread. This has made quite an impression on me. I believe it stems from the Buddhist mentality, in which greed or envy just doesn't exist. Of course, as a foreign traveller, you don't know or experience the oppression the junta has pushed on the Burmese people for so long, nor the horrors of drug trafficking in the golden triangle or any of the other terrible plagues that have burdened the country and its inhabitant.
I remember mostly how curious the Burmese were of "western people", especially in more rural or remote places. It almost got exhausting to always be the centre of attention while also being incapable of communicating more than a few words. But the few conversations I had with people who spoke English were unforgettable: from the young Buddhist monk who couldn't wait to share his love of Justin Beiber on top of Mandalay's Su Taung Pyi Pagoda, to the plea for help from a hotel owner in Myitkyina, telling me about the persecution of the Kachin people.
This country has so many challenges ahead, I truly hope the people will stay in their majority as kind and willing as the ones I have met along my travels.