Tag: backpacking
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The Hardest Journey So Far
A train ride i have taken a hundred times, a track as familiar as my walk to work and back. Lost between elation and dread , traveling south to a place i have previously called home. Seats with space but my head has none. Heading to a place, a location that has housed my deepest…
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Meanwhile in an Internet Cafe in Goa………
“Oh Thom, we met a huge group of girls from Trinity College yesterday and it was such a shock….and i had my first pice of meat in days…..it was sooooooo yummy!!!!!!!!!! Hows Barney and Flip??? Oh classic! We just had a red snapper ya, and we were surrounded by candles on the beach, it was…
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India – The North South Divide!!!
Weeks in Delhi looking at Art and dead previous prime ministers blood stained clothes. Camel trekking in the desert and several twenty hour train journeys in an almost freezing north India. Roof top restaurants and falling out of rickshaws whilst under the influence of cheep dark rum, taking hundreds of photographs along the way. Back to Delhi to Agra to Jaipur, all first class,…
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Jaisalmer in Gold – A Desert Festival
© 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 Deserted Beaches of 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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