Memories of Myanmar Part 4
February 2018 Floating in the middle of Inle Lake on a long and narrow teak wooden boat, two Burmese locals and myself wait for the sun to rise over the…
February 2018 Floating in the middle of Inle Lake on a long and narrow teak wooden boat, two Burmese locals and myself wait for the sun to rise over the…
Two people shouted at me this morning…in Chinese. I didn’t recognize the new set of words the security guard was shouting…could have been curse words for all I know. He…
February 2018 It took me a solid 8-10 minutes of focus to maneuver the rented electric bike out of tan colored silt-like sand. The sand covered my shoes and ankles,…
February 2018 I paused to gaze into the window of a 5 star restaurant in the downtown district of Yangon. I studied the inside environment through the gaps of the…
February 2018 Once upon a time I boarded a cold and dark bus in the border town of Myawaddy on an early February morning. This bus would take me further…
December 2017 – February 2018 After doing my time as a teacher in the People’s Republic, I found myself in my old stomping grounds of Chiang Mai, Thailand. But why…
October 2017 Amidst the smell of exhaust, noise of motorbikes and honking; customers slurped the morning special – every mornings special – vietnamese beef pho with a hint of tomato…
Early October 2017 One Chinese man may have said to the other: “If you break the seal, I’ll open the box and we will share ONLY one mooncake. You get…