Where Are You Really From?

Where Are You Really From?

Posted by on Jan 20, 2015 in Taking Stock, Travelogue | 39 Comments

Taken circa 1985 with my Italian Nonna at the aptly named “Universo” bagno in Carrara, Italy. Where are you really from? … And then they all went, “aaaah…..”. Never before have I been so confronted with a daily question of choosing a label, choosing a place, a culture, a name. Have you ever been asked […]

Myanmar…Through the Funnel

Myanmar…Through the Funnel

Posted by on Jan 16, 2015 in Through the Funnel, Travelogue | 7 Comments

Myanmar is the fifth in our series – “…Through the Funnel”. You can read our previous one on China here. It is a way for us to share 12 aspects that stood out to us in our experience of the country and its people. Did we miss something that stood out to you in Myanmar? #1 Faded Melancholia Myanmar is photogenic. It […]

A Letter to My Travelling Partner(s)

A Letter to My Travelling Partner(s)

Posted by on Jan 11, 2015 in Taking Stock, Travelogue | 15 Comments

Travelling alone is peaceful. Moments where you are free to think, to soak it in and digest it with a space all to yourself. People are more likely to approach the lone traveller, less intimidating in their vulnerability, alone in a foreign place. You may meet more people, experience kindness and return knowing more about […]

Yangon Street Food – Pop Up Style

Yangon Street Food – Pop Up Style

Posted by on Jan 6, 2015 in Inspiration from the Road, Kitchen | 10 Comments

06H00 Yangon arises by 6 am. No, let’s make that 5 am. Not one to hit the snooze button again and again, the city is an early bird champion. The short and narrow streets of Chinatown sit side by side in tidy rows, rickshaws ride through slow and steady. Block after block of colonial houses resist, […]

The Teahouses of Myanmar

The Teahouses of Myanmar

Posted by on Jan 2, 2015 in Inspiration from the Road, Kitchen | 3 Comments

“Dissue.” “Tissue.” He shakes his head. No. No. “Deeeessue. Dee. Dee.” he says with clear exasperation. I point at the box of tissues on the table. “Dissue?” He nods. Finally. Yes. I am having my five minute Burmese lesson with Keh Keh, a boy of no more than 12 years old, hanging out at the […]