The village is awake early here in Kawkariek. It’s 5:15am, the sun is bright and the piercing groaning and rattling from the trucks shakes through into your bones. I pull on my bright pink body covering poncho, pull my dress down past my knees (to fit in in conservative Myanmar) and go to wander the…
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Myanmar Mountains, bye- byes, and rationed power – welcome to Burma!
As I reluctantly handed over 20,000 kyat for a windowless room large enough for a single bed and a fan on the wall, I padlocked my bike downstairs went upstairs to have a shower. The only unlocked door was that of what seemed like a giant concrete bath full of water. The drain pipe was clogged…
Crossing into Myanmar
So my last few days in Thailand had me clinging to the edges of my tent at 1am to hold it down from a furious wind in pouring down rain; walking my laden bike hill after muddy hill through small, rustic villages in unrelenting, cold, rain, completely out of character for the season; frantically trying…
The bumpy road ahead
I woke at 5am, my legs aching from cycling 100 hilly km the day before and then being forced to curl into a ball for the whole night to avoid touching the sodden sides of the tent. It was like I was on an island with the outside edges of my Yoga mat having soaked…
Anything's Possible Andrea 