We walk along a grand colonial building in Yangon as the city falls asleep. Me, Jan, and Kim. Yellow lampposts light the quiet streets. Vendors pack up their wares. The Shwedagon Pagoda looms like a bright but distant star.
These are our last moments in Burma; we are leaving before daylight. Continue reading
Two weeks after my first trip to Malaysia, I typed notes on my phone. I mentioned “the egg-yolk sunrise peeking through KL’s skyscrapers” and “the odd feeling of seeing street signs that have Tagalog-sounding words on them.” Now when I think of that whirlwind trip to Kuala Lumpur, what I remember most is the hostel where I stayed.
The plan was to have fun. Fun, we had agreed, without actually holding a discussion as to what constitutes fun during our trip, was to grab a few drinks and get a little buzzed. Continue reading