When I walked out of my hostel in Rangoon all those years ago, I couldn’t stop whirling around, taking in all of my surroundings. I felt overcome by my senses: the jangling of the sugar cane man’s bells, the smell of frying vegetables, the air so thick and humid I could open my mouth and drink it in. And the colours, too, drip-drying at the laundry and splashed across markets and swirled on the faces of those around me.
But what about in London?
On our third day in Yangon, my friend Kerri and I decided to join our new friends Uros and Jerome for a ride on the Circle Train. We had all heard that it was a great way to spend a few hours, a great way to see some of the sights of the city for ourselves. I couldn’t wait – to see a country through the window of a train is one of my favourite ways to sightsee. The train is so named because it literally circles the city of Yangon; the whole journey takes approximately three hours, and a train comes every hour.
Yangon, Myanmar We rode our rented bikes, the ones we got from down the road from our hotel, all around the city that day – hours and hours and miles and miles,…
Yangon, Myanmar On this particular day in February, I set out to explore the streets of Yangon with three other travellers: Kerri, my Canadian best friend, Uros, a Serbian we had met…
Rangoon (Yangon), Burma (Myanmar) These are my last days in Thailand for some time – I am heading to Chiang Rai tomorrow and then taking the slow boat down the Mekong on…
Yangon, Myanmar I am currently in the sleepy little Thai town of Pai, planning to spend the next week eating delicious food, sleeping for hours in my bamboo hut, drinking cold beer…