Myanmar
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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?
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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.
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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