Yangon has wonderful gates. And I have a website on which I can make you look at them. Consider this the first in a many part series.
Gates of Yangon, part 1.
Month: September 2016
First Visitors.
One of the very many things about which I have been remiss has been not mentioning our first visitors (especially so as our second visitors have just entered their second week of Yangon-hood. But more on them later).
In July Esther’s parents braved rainy season (and Air Asia) to join us for three weeks. We showed them the sights (mostly rain), the sounds (rain falling on various surfaces), and the smells (so many smells) of Yangon. Then we took them to Inle Lake, which is always amazing.
Actually we were pretty lucky with the weather in general, and we have many photos and stories to share, but in the interests of getting something up before September finishes, here are three to prove that it happened.
I have watched more Peppa Pig today than thus far in my entire life.
Which is to say, my nephew is visiting. More news to come.
In which Jonathan accidentally drives to Sydney.
Or, Yangon Traffic is Bad, Part 512.
As part of my continuing mission to find places to ride my bike in/around Yangon, I’ve been researching where other people ride, planning routes, and then not trying them out because it’s been raining, I’ve been sick, I’ve been lazy, or some combination of all three. Continue reading In which Jonathan accidentally drives to Sydney.
Rainy season adventures.
What’s that? No posts for months then two in as many days?! Fear not gentle reader, this marks a return to the semi-irregular updating of yore.*
Rainy season has been mostly quite fun. Sure, there’s been whole days when I haven’t really been able to leave the house, and yesterday I was genuinely scared our car was going to suck water into the air intake and completely ruin the engine, but when you’re inside and dry it’s fun to watch the storms, and when you’re caught outside and soaking wet, you’re still warm. And everyone tells us this wasn’t a particularly bad rainy season, which I suppose is exactly what you want for your first one.
Which is not to say it’s all been beer and skittles, I have — on several occasions — become exceeding wet, traffic is worse (if that’s possible), the ceiling of the embassy even collapsed at one point.
