Category: Myanmar
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The Day My Heart Met Aung San Suu Kyi
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Pork Head Salad
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My Hour in a Burmese Hospital
Off the beach, through the village and beyond, following a map drawn my the kind pharmacist. Over make shift bridges, past pigs and boys with sparkling ear rings. Perfectly tendered agriculture – tiny strips photosynthesizing in the mid afternoon light, by the sides of wooden homes, houses, ,shacks, below the concrete road. Uphill the Myanmar flag blowing proudly in…
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Rural Burma in Black and White
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The Deserted Beaches of Burma
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The Best Temple in Asia??? The Shwedagon Pagoda – Yangon, Burma.
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Sometimes When We Travel We Forget Who We Are / Happy New Year!
Morning in Yangon 1/1/2012 A new year in the west and here time and date wise, but the Burmese new year is April. I try to remember years gone by but become creeped out by my ever-growing fingernails, hand extensions like shells. Dancing all night on the streets i am delirious. Another swig of Tiger. When…
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Shit, Lust and a Million Miles of Mirror… Burmese Days – Part Three
Day 17 Asleep at eight and awake at five, ready and waiting for the sun to rise. I feel totally elated by what i have captured with my camera.Over fifty truly beautiful shots, the black & white almost making me high. Strolling long paths in hundreds of meters of water, full of lotus pink and sprouting up all around. Pagodas…
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Burmese Days – Part Two
Day 11 After getting drunk yesterday i paid for it today. Vomiting my spicy noodle soup mixed with pseudo Fanta five minutes after breakfast. Noodles still hanging from my throat whilst others were leaving. What a waste of a dollar. Walking through beautiful countryside, through fields along the river bank, towards the hot springs amongst the hills. Women bathing in the water, washing clothes, foraging…
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Burmese Days – Part One
Day 1 So i arrive in Yangon after a three-hour flight from KL. Burma is finally here or rather i am. The first visual to hit me is that it is not dis-similar to India. After finding a guest house the next search was for vegetarian food. Checking out street stalls, trying to ask, being pointed to…
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