Escape to Ngapali, Myanmar

In South East Asia we are definitely blessed with an abundance of beautiful beaches to visit, and you don’t have to travel very far to find your idea of paradise – be that the hedonistic haven of Haad Rin, or the idle tranquillity of Gili Air. You may even have your own secret little spot... Continue Reading →

Missing a Taste of Home

For me it is tea - industrial strength tea, the kind of tea that you could build a house with, or slice up and make a sandwich out of - the kind of tea that would worry a cheap teaspoon. English Breakfast tea, Yorkshire Tea to be precise, Yorkshire Gold if I’m feeling flush. I... 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 →

A Question of Social Enterprise

As conscientious consumers it is important to us that we are clever with how we distribute our Kyat; for as much as we spend at Citymart - and you can’t argue that it is a convenient place to buy muesli and tonic water, many of us also feel a natural philanthropic desire to contribute to... Continue Reading →

Cigarettes and vaping in Yangon

There is little doubt that Yangon is a city of smokers - you only have to walk into your nearest teashop or beer station to experience the modern-day equivalent of a Dickensian ‘pea-souper’. Whilst the health authorities in many countries are fighting hard to prevent smokers from lighting up almost anywhere where it might be... 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 →

Ferry across the Yangon River

The first person you’ll more than likely meet when you arrive at Pansodan Jetty will be Peter. He isn’t an official, a ticket vendor or a paid employee of any kind – he sells post cards, five for 3,000 Kyat. But if you haven’t been here before - and he’ll know if you’ve visited Dalla... Continue Reading →

E-Bikes in Yangon

“Japanese cemetery!” The taxi driver turned and laughed as he gestured with his hands at the Toyota cars in the traffic jam before us; the same traffic jam we had been sat in for forty-five minutes. I wondered whether it had taken him this long to make the joke up, or whether it was an... 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 →

Taking one for the team

Regardless of what time of day it happens to be, it’s customary in these parts to take a drink with the Chief when you arrive at his village. So when the Chief of this particular dusty little hill village produced a dirty brown glass and a bottle of cloudy green liquid at nine in the... Continue Reading →

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