Just your average jungle birthday
I’m not sure when midnight snuck by in the near-perfect darkness to officially begin my birthday, but I’m guessing it had already started when I got up, back sore from the bare wood… Continue reading
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The sort of thing you tell everyone
As soon as the pale child approaching on the jungle path saw me he wanted to know “parlez vous francais?” As I have since my mother taught me the phrase when I was… Continue reading
Pictures from a walk in Myanmar
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
Tiger Temple…oh, THAT’s it.
I counted 211 steps down from the top of the kitschy Tiger Temple. With a spackling of bird crap about every other flight of stairs, 8 steps per flight, that’s roughly 13 crap… Continue reading
Tiger Temple…is that it?
I felt like a jerk even as I asked the question. “How do I get to ‘Tiger Temple’ and is it worth it?” I didn’t mean to sound like that guy. The… Continue reading
My new old traveling partner
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
The temples of Bagan, whether you’ve slept or not.
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
Shall I deal you in?
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
I enjoyed my Sri Lankan chemical burn
I still can’t access my pictures, and it seems a shame to tell you about Sulamani Pahto temple’s beautiful carved stucco artwork when I can’t show you…so I’ll get to this guy, who… Continue reading
An unexpected feeling as I sat on the Throne.
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
