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)