BurBrit: The Best Beer in Myanmar

With dry-January nothing but a distant memory already clouded by several hangovers, what better way is there to celebrate the alcoholic joys of February than to discover that a microbrewery has opened in Yangon. In fact this might be the first ever microbrewery in Myanmar, or not, I might be wrong, but that’s not important.... Continue Reading →

The First Rule of the Yangon Whisky Club is…

There are no rules, (or if there are I was too busy boozing to catch them) and there are absolutely no distasteful and bizarre British initiation ceremonies involving animals. A simple interest in whisky will suffice. I'm not a big fan of 'clubs' it has to be said, organised fun doesn't interest me, and I find the condition that by being a... Continue Reading →

The Flowers of Thingyan

In amidst all the revelry, loud music, heat and water throwing, as an outside observer it’s easy to forget that Thingyan is a very special, spiritual and beautiful time in Myanmar. Take for example the abundance of flowers, that you will see adorning temples, taxis, houses, stalls, and well pretty much everywhere. This Thingyan flower,... Continue Reading →

Falling back in Love with 19th street.

According to the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy “The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why, and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question 'How can we eat?' the second... Continue Reading →

Street Dogs of Yangon

They gather in gangs by the gates of compounds, they hang about outside temples, and slouch intimidatingly in the shade on street corners. They moodily stare at you as you walk past, muttering under their breath, making sure you know that you’re not welcome on their territory. Sometimes they approach you and sometimes they cleverly... Continue Reading →

A Motorbike Journey without Destination

Epic motorbike trips, it seems, are ten a penny these days. Everyone and his or her dog are filming themselves carving tracks through the dust of the African Savanna on the back of massive Yamahas, or blogging about their bravery biking the treacherous mountain passes of northern India on Royal Enfields. Photo: Charles Brierley But... Continue Reading →

“…If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

I've just come back from a ten-day motorbike trip around Mandalay with some friends. Despite the fact that the term ‘motorbike’ was hotly disputed by my pals it was wonderful to get back on a bike after a long (government imposed) hiatus. Motorbikes are not allowed in Yangon. I’m not experienced on large motorbikes; I... Continue Reading →

The Train to Mandalay

If you’ve ever attempted to ride a bucking bronco, you will undoubtedly have experienced that brief smug feeling when, at about the 30-second mark – having so far survived the gentle rocking and to-ing and fro-ing – you smile and think, “Hey, this isn’t that bad at all!” Then, seconds later, finding yourself lying in... Continue Reading →

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