I (Actually) Got Struck By Lightning: Mandalay
Remember the game we used to play when we were young? We'd see a flash of lightning, count the number of seconds before hearing the sound of thunder, and then multiply that number by the speed of sound to find out how far away that lightning strike was? I tried to...
Bagan/Inle Lake
Since I'm skipping Mandalay, I'm getting an extra day in Inle Lake which, like Bagan, is so gorgeous. It has a different sense of peace though. Bagan- Spent the day in a horse drawn cart and climbing up the sides of temples. Most of these are made out of brick and it...
The Manhattan Of Temples: Bagan
Disclaimer: Since Flickr is banned by the Myanmar government, I have to use this router browser to bypass the controls. Unfortunately, although this means I can upload photos, I cannot view or format them. So if this entry is missing any photos or if the photos don't...
From Bagan To Mandalay
Flickr is banned here. That means no photos of Bagan until I try to upload again somewhere around Lake Inle tomorrow. 🙁 Stephanie and I have momentarily parted ways; she's currently hanging out a little southeast at Lake Inle for 2 days while I'm here in the city...
Burmese Myanmar
Well, I'm finally here. Although this isn't my first time officially in Myanmar, I'm actually exploring the country for more than a day this time. A few myths about Myanmar that are well, actually true (I learned them all the hard way): There really is not a...
Yangon/Rangoon In Myanmar/Burma II
I'm a few days behind. Oh well. Having arrived a few days before Calvin, I got to settle in or marinate in (its ungodly hot) Yangon a good bit. It is my first southeast asian city though, so please excuse the comments that seem to regard the more generally southeast...
Bangladesh’s Sour Aftertaste
I may have spoken too song in singing the praises of Bangladesh. Or maybe it's because I'm a stupid tourist. ...but in my defense, nobody mentioned this in the guidebooks: I learned the hard way today that when you arrive in Bangladesh and take money out of an ATM,...
“Where You Come from?” “USA” “No, Where You *Really* From?”
During the last 3 days in Bangladesh, I’ve come to develop a fondness for its brutal honesty. Given its complete lack of exposure to tourists and foreigners, rickshaw drivers and touts charge surprisingly such low fares that there’s very little need to haggle....
Where Are We Now?
Where Are We Next?
