You guys, you are awesome people. I’ve been away for what seems ages with the occasional peep, and you have still come to visit. I’m just starting to catch up on all that’s been happening in the bloggy space – as well as start a newish job. Watch out for me, soon.
And what a trip that was! The colours, sounds, smells, sights, the sensory overload. The derring-do of solo travel. And the sheer fun.
I’ve just packed away the suitcase, realised I’ve really lost my phone (sob – it had so many food photos on it), still trying to revive Patrick the Sourdough Starter, and sorted through those 2500 photos. Now, how do I start to talk about the trip?
Perhaps, we’ll start with the people. Locals and travellers, only a few caught on camera but many more remembered.
Like this guy, energetically looking after me and a German backpacker on an epic 14 hour train ride, who drives a truck between towns in Northern Myanmar and has a girlfriend in Yangon. This photo caught him in a rare non-chatty moment.
These women, one of whom offered us some jackfruit and laughed with me as I tried (and failed) to find legroom in between the luggage that filled all the space between the aisles and the seats.
This little boy, who didn’t want to let us go as we walked past his house in a Palaung village.
These children-turned-young-adults, who plied the tourist trade and wanted to go to university. The little woman remained friendly, confiding, and chased after the macaque monkeys that took one of my shoes (thank you!!).
These people, who gave me lunch as the monsoon was coming, and made sure I had a dry seat at their roadside stall.
A young man from Inle Lake, who is training to be a traditional Burmese puppeteer, and learning English and Chinese in his spare time. He taught me rudimentary puppetry – I could make one walk, sit, and nod – all very clumsily!
The travellers I met along the way: the Dutch guy – who seemed impossibly tall and exotic to the Myanmar locals. The friends from Switzerland, swapping the Alps for the Shan mountains.
The French couple who has been on the road for 16 months (yes, 16 months); the Cantonese couple who shared a breakfast table with me and gave me a tiny glimpse into the new wave of foreign investment in Myanmar; the girl from UK taking a break from volunteer / development work in nearby countries and talked cooking and everything else during an 8 hour bus ride.
Not to forget … this girl telling a story to a group of children.
Contemplation at sunset, and a kodak moment with a rooster. Because, well, a rooster.
Stay tuned, a new Wanderlust series is writing itself.