Standing on the wharf in downtown Yangon, you can see the Dala Township across the murky brown waters of the Yangon River. Each day droves of people line up to take the ferry 15 minutes across the water to Dala, or if you’re on the other side, to Yangon. 428 more words
They say be careful about tattoos because you have to live with them for the rest of your life.
When I turned 40 I realised that I was way into the other side of the hill and the daunting unknown quantity called “rest of your life” wasn’t that long. 131 more words
The first thing you notice on the bus up from Yangon to Bagan is that the entire countryside seems empty. As Gertrude Stein put it so aptly when describing Oakland, CA: “There is no there there.” Now this may indeed be the new road, so avoiding the population centers directly, but still: in Thailand every available parcel of land would have a ‘For Sale’ sign before the road was even finished, and there would be new developments springing up as fast as the equipment could be trucked in from China… 600 more words