The beauty of Myanmar
Sweat poured down my forehead and collected at my chin, dripping off my face in fat drops. My t-shirt was soaked through between my backpack and my lower back, sweat pooling at the base of my spine. The long road ahead swayed in my vision for a moment, shimmering in the midday sun. I wiped…
Indeed, even before the times of British colonialism and the ‘exotic east’ works of illuminating presences like Rudyard Kipling, Somerset Maugham and George Orwell, Myanmar (some time ago known as Burma) had for some time been a position of riddle and charm. With its incredible kingdoms, beautiful scenes, assorted individuals and fine instances of building…