A Bittersweet Sunrise in Bagan

It’s 4AM, a couple of hours after the hostel party wrapped up and a couple of hours before their hangovers kick in. I’m one of the few who skipped the previous night’s festivities, choosing to sleep early for an early wakeup call. I tiptoe down from the upper bunk bed, grabbing my button down and…

Moving Forward

We’re four weeks into the year and yes, I’ve been radio silent. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but more like I have a LOT to say. I’ve already mapped out content until April, maybe even until May, but I’ve found it hard to start writing. I came home more than a month…

What 2015 Taught Me

When I was younger, time felt very slow. I couldn’t wait to grow up and do things, daydreaming about the day I reach a certain age and achieve certain accomplishments. I thought being 25 meant a well-paying stable job, a long term relationship and maybe a condo unit or a car under my name. Now…

The Worst 3 Hours of My Trip

I sat inside the taxi, beyond annoyed. My driver has assured me that he will get me to the Yangon Railway Station and yet we’ve been going in circles around the city. Google Maps showed me how I’m a couple of blocks away but the driver refuses to pay attention to my instructions. Frustrated, I…

Travel Guide to Yangon

Yangon is the former capital of Myanmar, previously known as Rangoon. It’s a city on the cusp of modern changes, where free wifi andĀ old architecture mix. There’s never been a more exciting time to make your way to Myanmar: it’s accommodating, sometimes frustrating, but there are a lot of authentic moments you won’t get anywhere…

The Big Things in Little Things

It’s past 6 in the evening and I’m huddled under the tiny roof of a Chinese pharmacy, waiting for the rain to peter out. The weather has been a confusing mix of clammy heat and wet muddiness, but I keep forgetting my rainproof jacket at the hostel. I’m on my way to the famous Yaowarat…

On kindness, beauty and expectations in Myanmar

As I write this, it’s after dinner and I’m sitting in my little porch at Nong Khai, Thailand. I see the Mekong River, something that I only saw in textbooks ten, fifteen years ago. Laos is right across this sleepy border town, so near and yet so far. I have ten more days to go…