In the interests of not bombarding you with a single page containing 100+ photos, I’m splitting them up into arbitrary and fluid categories.
And then bombarding you with multiple updates, each containing fewer than 100 photos.
Continue reading HK 3, wandering around (and some photos I forgot from day 1).
These are some of the non-sign photos. If you like that sort of thing.
Continue reading HK photos, part 2, day 1 (this time with more Esther).
As previously mentioned, we spent Thingyan in Hong Kong. It was very exciting and I took lots of photos which I will share in the coming days. But here are some to kick it all off.
Thingyan approached, and so we left.
Somewhat ironically, we were leaving Yangon to avoid the water festival, only to get rained on everyday in Hong Kong. But rain was a nice change from the 38 degree days we had been getting used to (I realise I will grow to hate the rain come wet season).
And now our all-too-short holiday is all-too-over. We’re sitting in Don Muang Airport waiting for our flight home and trying to avoid rats.
Holiday photos to come once we’re back home and I’ve had a chance to look through them.
Wednesday 30 March was a historic day for the government/people/country of Myanmar, as the new President and two Vice-Presidents were sworn in, and as part of my burgeoning career as a watcher of Hluttaw TV, I was able to share in the excitement live. Continue reading An historic occasion.
This is mainly a rehash of a recent facebook post, so everyone who has seen it there should feel free to ignore it, the photos are the same (and the jokes probably will be too).
During The Great Tonic Shortage of 2013 it was known for Yangonites to arrive at a party, plonk their gin down on the shared table, but keep their cans of tonic secreted on their person, doling them out under close supervision to friends and loved ones.
It hasn’t been that bad since we’ve been here, but the inconsistent supply chain means that anything at any time can just disappear, and the local tonic is universally regarded as pretty rubbish. For all these reasons, but mainly because I like making/overly complicating things, I decided to make my own tonic syrup. Continue reading Cinchonism, or “avoiding poisoning in home tonic-making”.