The events in this post occurred in December 2016. The whine of the engine shattered the pre-dawn silence, water rippling in our wake as if the sound itself had caused the disturbance. I pulled a borrowed woven blanket tighter around my shoulders, fingers wrapped in the fabric to seal out the chill. My eyes watered … More Inle Lake
The events in this post occurred in December 2016. “Our next stop is one of the most famous temples in all of Myanmar…” our guide chirped as he adjusted his sunglasses. I stifled a groan, which instead emerged as a weary sigh. I liked our guide well enough. He was cute and very friendly with … More Christmas in Mandalay
The events described in this post occurred in December 2016. Be sure to read Artists in Bagan: Part I first! Are we really going to do this? The question was on both of our minds. We were stretched out in our hotel room, still dusty from our day on the road. Sam was laying on her … More Artists in Bagan: Part II
The events described in this post occurred in December 2016. A cloud of clay-colored dust flowed behind us like a cape. Sam turned right on the unmarked packed-earth street, leading our duo into a quiet neighborhood. We had nowhere in particular to be. On our first day in Bagan, we were riding for the sake … More Artists in Bagan: Part I
The air was pleasantly cool. Not quite a chill, but certainly not the muggy heat I am used to in Java. I shouldered my two small backpacks and walked up the gangway from the plane to the terminal, hoping that customs would go more smoothly than my trip thus far.* Welcome to Yangon! a sign … More Yangon
The word magnificent is created for describing places such as Bagan. Once a UNESCO World Heritage site, Bagan is a small town remarkable for the number of temples dotting the plains of what used to be a thriving civilization. Temples, pagodas, stupas, and any number of other Buddhist relics are scattered across the fields of … More “Quality” Time in Bagan
The road was suspiciously empty. Sam and I had been driving for nearly an hour trying to find the museum in New Bagan. We pulled over, our turn signals letting out a shrill cry to alert the dusty road of our intentions. “Dude, this doesn’t seem right,” I said. We looked up and down the … More “Ning koh lar?”: Living like a local in Bagan
I am writing this post from a fifth-floor balcony in the city of Yangon, Myanmar. I can hear air conditioning units whirring in the night and what I believe is a water pump humming below me. Occasionally the click of a door closing can be heard from the street down below along with the footsteps … More “Min Ga Lar Par”: Hello from Myanmar!