73 – Yes, so he says, but then men often lie…

…And loving words they speak ought to be written in rapid winds and water flowing by.* Catullus speaks about women, or one particular woman, rather, but we were in the 21st century last time I checked, and one can surely take the artistic liberty to transpose, especially given the circumstances. Yes I know. Flying to … More 73 – Yes, so he says, but then men often lie…

68 – Concrete Nirvana

November 9 Morning bus to Mawlamyine, this time from a different, but equally as far, “highway” bus station. Again, getting there takes about forever. The Burmese clearly don’t see the usefulness of building the bus stations in the actual cities, it would seem. But we’re in Asia. Expecting things to make sense would be naive. … More 68 – Concrete Nirvana

67 – Beach, beach, beach! (Where the sunsets are as tropical as they come)

November 4 to 8 5 am taxi to the bus station, which couldn’t be any further from the city. The ride on literally empty roads takes us almost an hour, and I suspect the driver is doing his best to kill us. I leave my big backpack in the hotel in Yangon, as we are … More 67 – Beach, beach, beach! (Where the sunsets are as tropical as they come)