(an experiment in escapology)
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 →
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 →
I’m not a Top Gear aficionado, I’ve seen it once or twice, I know it exists. And I am aware of the pleasure it brings to millions of TV viewers around the world. And if seeing Diana Ross driving around a race track in an Austin Maxi is your kind of thing then that’s fine... Continue Reading →
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 →
"Don't sit there!" - the waiter shouted across to me as I plonked my bags down onto the table and my arse onto the chair. This is the waiter, I’m afraid I don’t know his name, nor him mine; he is the guy who always looks after me, he’s the one who speaks the best English... Continue Reading →
