Tropical island paradises are quite nice.

First things first, for those of you confused by the “New year, new design” post, the design only lasted for a few hours before I got annoyed and changed it back. 

And now on to more interesting things.

On Christmas Eve a coterie of Perrys arrived in Myanmar. Then on Christmas Day we began our trip to Nyaung Oo Phee, an island in the Myeik archipelago (or Mergui archipelago, like almost everything in Myanmar it has two names).

But first we had to stop in Dawei (20 minutes on the airport tarmac – Myanmar domestic flights are a little bus-like in their multiple destinations on a single route) and Kawthaung (overnight in a rather lovely resort – apologies for the autoplay music if you click that link).

We had four-ish days of snorkelling, eating fresh seafood, lazing on beaches, and just generally living the high life. Some pictographical evidence of said high life is below.

Kawthaung airport is a lot prettier than Yangon airport.
Phil explains the plan. Esther ignores Phil.
Sure, I guess infinity pools on the edges of cliffs overlooking picturesque archipelagos are nice, if you like that sort of thing.

You should be grateful I didn’t make a pier pun here.
Our local mangrove patch.
If you look closely you can see eagles wheeling on the right.
It would be a tough commute.
Actually I’m reasonably sure they will have done a full day of back-breaking labour for very little pay. Sorry to be a downer.
It’s not quite sunset over the Brindabellas, but it’ll do.
Just for a change, this one is dawn.
Let the lights guide you home.
The common yellow door moth.
Books I was not expecting to see translated into Burmese (or find at a seaside resort).
Every morning, and then again several times a day, staff raked and swept leaves off the beach.
Peek-a-boo.
Everything seems interesting in macro.
It seemed a little crabby.
I’ll just leaf this one here.
Human powered barge.
Every night the resort put on traditional dancing.
It was odd, but it was entertaining. Even if it was the same three dances every night (apart from the last night, which started with the same three and then included two bonus dances).
No doubt a clove hitch, or sheepshank, or other such legitimate maritime knot.
It seems slightly traitorous to say it, but I don’t think I’ve seen a bug this beautiful in Australia.
Gecko mid-snack.
A fleet of fishing boats?
I think I figured out why Yangon’s so hazy at the moment.

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