Category: pinkybinks
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Trekking in The Great Thar Desert – A Return to India
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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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Still Time For The Bones To Rise
Bones begin to return from the abyss of british excess. I feel them as i fall out of a rickshaw onto the road. Pelvis and stitches to the left, breast bones to my heart and a rib cage i can see again under a not so distant surface. Nothing broken and still time for the skeleton to…
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Rural Burma in Black and White
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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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Hello, Where Are You Going? I Love You. December in Cambodia and Laos
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My Last Night in Yangon
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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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Narcissistic Neon Noodle Nirvana – Six Days in Bangkok
So Calcutta came and went in a flash. Mother Teresa’s tomb was an unexpected highlight and it’s certainly a city i would like to explore further when i return to the mother land. Arriving in Thailand was a stark contrast to India. Clean, a hilarious accent and full of westerners. After being here for almost…
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Is Roller Skating a Meditation?
You can’t relax with it, i can’t relax without it. Where do we fit without fear? Inhale – Exhale – Exhale Inhale. Nothing everything. Internal external. Dread panic nothing. Pre Earthquake….. Mogal Shari station was hell; only because of the amount of time we spent there due to miss information from our previous hoast. Sitting…
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