On the 31st of December 2014, one year ago exactly, a Scottish church rang midnight and the bagpipes in the stadium I was standing in began playing the goodbye song. Fireworks were illuminating the sky and my cold smoky breath was blurring the stars behind my partner’s head as I looked up at him. As much as Scotland can be cold on a 31st of December, my heart was burning with love and hope for the new year to come.
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I left the really nice and arty PaK Up hostel in Krabi, to Koh Lanta.
It’s the last day of the year and all the hostels, guesthouses or hamacs on the beach are full when we arrive on the island. With Alexia, a French girl met in the van, we do a two hours walk in search of a bungalow who will costs us less than an arm to spend the night in.
Koh Lanta however looks calm. Quiet. Empty.
It’s nearly the end of the year and after landing in Bangkok, I’ve never been so unsure about which path to follow.
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And finally the biggest tech bridge in Myanmar.
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A stop in a Monastery. Not the most famous one but the more authentic and the cheaper (free is cheap no?).
You have to know that in Myanmar you have to be a monk twice in your life. Once before you reach 20 years old as an apprentice, and another time after that to be ordered as a Monk.
Some men decide to be monks after being married so you’ll see often daddy taking care of their sons or daughters while wearing the orange or purple costume.
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We continued the trip by visiting some factories. Sewing, engraving, sculpting, gold leaves flatten and little hands working hard to produce traditional artworks there.
Hasina is the only woman bike taxi in Mandaly.
When she told me that, I had to hire her services for the day, I had so many questions! In the end, it was like spending the day with a new friend.
Single mum, she is working everyday to show around her city and the area to the tourists and it looks like she enjoyed it so much that it was a pleasure to ride from a place to another with her.
My last day in Myanmar and it’s time for me to give you a conclusion about this country.
But I won’t. You’ve read the articles and you have seen the pictures and I hope it will give you the desire to admire the culture and the landscapes with your own eyes but more than anything, I hope you want now to go there and meet the people.
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Claudio and Will’s path separated from mine at that point. I jumped in a truck after warm goodbyes to the two cool dudes…
A group of friends invited me to join them to come back to Bagan… For free. I guess it does count like doing hitch hiking right?
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Soooo… Mount Popa isn’t really what I’d expected.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 