While I love movies like that, I often think about movies that I have seen on the road in our travels. Many times in a conversation, someone will mention a movie and it will trigger a memory. Just the other day we were talking about Rambo at work and I said “hey, I saw that in Botswana” It happens all of the time and I will remember where I saw it and then relive that time in a country in my brain. It brings a smile to my face.
Visiting Burma was one of our most fulfilling travel experiences. It was a difficult travel taking local transport. The 30 hours in transit from Kyaikto to Inle Lake was definitely a difficult journey. We transferred from bus, to van, to the back of a truck to a taxi. It was hot, it was crowded, it was long. But the people were so friendly.
In a landlocked country in central South East Asia, there is a tiny piece of paradise on a stop between two popular destinations.Vang Vieng Laos is a little town on route 13 between the major cities of Vientiane and Luang Prabang.
A place where you can lose yourself relaxing by the river, riding a bike through incredible scenery, exploring remote caves or simply lazing in old opium dens watching the latest bootleg Hollywood release.
Myanmar’s fabled Golden Rock. A sacred monument balancing on the side of mount Kyaiktiyo. The giant boulder perched on the side of a mountain, threatens to plunge into the Valley below. A pagoda is built on its top and it is covered in solid gold leaves that people leave as an offering to the Gods.
When traveling for an extended period of time you want you money to stretch for as long as possible. But how do you not fall into the trappings and scams that occur once you land at the airport of a foreign country.
When travelling most people choose to hop a flight to their next destination. This allows them to see more sights in a shorter amount of time and to squeeze more destinations into their itinerary. Sometimes, after too long on the popular tourist route, I prefer to slow down and to take my time. To interact with the local people, to see out of the way places and unspoiled countryside.
Our climb will be lasting for two days and within the first 5 minutes; I am already exhausted. My small daypack weighs heavy on my back as porters whiz by carrying giant barrels and cumbersome loads to supply the rest house, Laban Rata at 3500 metres. It makes me appreciate the high cost of bottled water. The walk up the steep grade and high steps is a struggle, but the views make it all worthwile. Rolling mountains of dense jungle under a vibrant blue sky dotted with fluffly white clouds.
These devoted people have a Priest drive spikes through their cheeks and tongues or insert hooks into their backs and chests on which they hang various fruit or milk pots to add to the discomfort.
We drove non stop from the border to downtown Saigon. A city etched in my brain from all of the war films that I watched as a kid. This is a place that I never dreamed that I would be visiting and here I am, standing right in the centre of it. Women whiz by on their mopeds, dressed in white from head to toe. White gloves, white hat, flowing white silk suits and a white mask to block out exhaust pollution. Motorbikes span the streets in thick packs making crossing feel like a game of Frogger.
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