Luang Prabang was a dream. Very much the Laos version of Hoi An and a place I could see myself staying for a while. In fact, I did just that. I posted up in…
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(I’m gonna cheat here a bit because my Day 1 post is going to cover about four days). I arrived in Laos to a welcome party like none other. My cousin, Jeff, lives in…
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With very few exceptions, I start my writing process that same way. After months on the road and a fairly strict schedule for keeping up with my posts I’ve had to find a routine…
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Myanmar was far and away the most foreign place I’ve ever been, which made for some of my most difficult and rich experiences to-date. Here are my parting thoughts: Cons: Trash: In the cities…
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The train from Inle lake to Yangon was 30 hours. Let me repeat that: 30 HOURS. The total distance wasn’t more than 400 miles but the rail system is so historic that we were…
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In Inle Lake we had reached the promised land. Sure, the power went out all over town for hours at a time, taking with it the hot water and wifi. But we were in…
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After Bagan, Mel and I spent three days and two nights on a 45 mile trek from Kalaw to Inle Lake. True to form when it comes to Myanmar I have mixed feelings about the…
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The monotone, sing-song of a monk reading rang through the early morning darkness. A crowd of people spoke in hushed tones, pacing this way and that atop the temple, looking for the prime photo-taking…
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Yangon had been interesting (and enlightening) but Mel and I were over big city life and ready for a change of pace, so we took a night bus for Bagan; the crown jewel of…