“I think we should talk about politics,” I suggested to the table of tour members, bored senseless with the American conversation of what you do for work. “Oh, but wouldn’t you rather be… Continue reading
I was in a bad way when I got to Myanmar, two years ago. Mental, emotional, spiritual, I was a wreck at every level of the human totem pole. In Mandalay I walked… Continue reading
Let me be clear: I love the 92 year old man. Born in 1921, Ronald Read walked to school every day, served in WWII, then worked as a janitor for 42 years, first… Continue reading
“Is it weird being back in America?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “Not…really.” Adjusting to Stateside norms was pretty easy; I did grow up here, after all. I can handle… Continue reading
There is a famous trek from the town of Kalaw to Inle Lake in Myanmar. On my search for a haircut I met a tour guide who I asked about it. “Yes, I… Continue reading
I was insanely lucky that traveling with K was not only doable, but actually an upgrade. It’s a rare thing to find a travel partner who doesn’t drive you crazy. On this trip… Continue reading
Bagan is one of the four corners of Myanmar’s tourist circuit, and is arguably the most tourism-developed, since it was Bagan that people visited back in the era of the 7-day visa. It’s a plain… Continue reading
Computer problems escalate, so here’s the post I was going to publish my first night in Myanmar, before the street food pushed it aside. I forgot my anniversary. Over a month ago. But… Continue reading
The second little bottle of shampoo from the hotel in Istanbul emptied much faster than the first. Must be time for a haircut again. Signs all over town advertise “The French Touch: Bakery,… Continue reading
My ride to the bus station in Mandalay, Myanmar, showed up 45 minutes late, unhurried and calm, and led me out front to our ride. One of the little motorbikes that zip everywhere… Continue reading
