Eleven hours at Yangon Airport.
I have never really minded spending time in transit. I am a small human and although I am getting increasingly impatient with age, the thrill of what is to come from my travels… Continue reading
I have never really minded spending time in transit. I am a small human and although I am getting increasingly impatient with age, the thrill of what is to come from my travels… Continue reading
On a hot July evening at dusk, thousands of people make their way to the quarter acre makeshift (yet somewhat permanent) bus station, approximately twenty kilometres outside of Yangon. The dust and debris… Continue reading