day 199: democracy

Here comes my last old photograph from Myanmar. The flag in the background is the flag of the National League of Democracy, the party fighting and working for democracy in Myanmar.

day 197: old gems

In the heat of Yangon I stumbled into another photo exhibition, with old photographs of people in Myanmar. Another gem.    

day 196: Deitta

Deitta is a non-profit organization in Yangon, that works to develop documentary photography and filmmaking. They, together with (National Geographic) photographers make workshops with kids and other people in Myanmar. Deitta have renovated beautifully an old building in Yangon, that feels more like an old conolial building in Latin America. Hardly any of the old […]

day 195: golden times

In one of the pagodas of Yangon. Girl and brother.   I thought it was ACDC…   Angry monch.   In the end it´s all about the money.

day 193: rush hour

Sometimes motivational t-shirts can be quite funny. Like this one: you will make it through rush hour easily when you got this shirt on. 🙂

day 192: jade rush

You might have noticed: I like Myanmar. But of course, Myanmar has it dark sides like poverty, human rights issues and drugs. In the infamous Golden Triangle of Laos, Myanmar and Thailand a lot of opium was produced. Nowadays there is still a lot of poppy growing, especially to make heroin. Not everything is exported […]

day 191: seaweed

Back to (street)food: This time spicy seaweed salad – with white seaweed and not green one, which I´m used to from Japan. The salad is spicy, has peanuts in it, coriander, tomatoes, cabbage and is super yummie!

day 190: from sheep and tourists

What is it with tourists that they just follow every footstep of other tourists? When it´s said to go to this restaurant everybody will be there. The restaurant next door will be empty. If you have to try grilled fish with this kind of sauce, they do it. I´m a tourist too, I also read […]

day 188: connected

I love the pictures when I pose with women, who I meet on the way. With many there is a mutual respect. They grab my hand, I touch their backs, we lean towards each other and take pictures. It feels like finding new sisters. We smile at each other, we use our hands and feet […]

day 187: BBQ

Back to street food. This time barbecued ocras, spicy tofu and quail eggs with sweet-sour chili sauce and tamarind sauce.

day 185: nostalgia

I arrived at a lake. The pick up truck carried me over dusty mountains surrounded by dusty fields. And then you´re there. A long lake surrounded by hills. Fields, where people grow vegetable in the fertile soil. There are hardly any sounds, myabe a car passing by or a truck. The sound of children playing […]

day 182: fading memories

Seen in the guesthouse in Katha, a small village by the shores of the Ayayarwaddy river. It´s quiet and sleepy here. The big brown river seems to force its pace on the inhabitants on the village. It´s quiet and relaxed here. A long time ago the famous writer George Orwell lived here. He served as […]

day 181: into the sunrise

We took the train from Naypyidaw to Bago and then on to Moulmein. The motorbikes were put in a luggage department. When I woke up after a night in a seat, the shaking of the wagon and the lights on (I could sleep by putting the sleeping bag over my head) the sun was rising […]

day 177: massage what…?

Ok, we all know, South-East Asia is famous for good and cheap massages of any kind. I don´t know if there is really a traditional Myanmar massage in Myanmar. But in tourist places like Inle lake people are promoting it. Typical, traditional, massage. So I went. And this is what the massage studio looked like. […]

day 176: green tomatoes

This time in our series “street pleasures” we have a green tomato salad, mixed with crushed peanuts, red, raw onion, fresh coriander, red chili, vinegar and oil. Super tasty!

day 175: no-tech

In times when computers were not used so much or didn´t even exist, people would write a lot. Letters to each other, in books, to keep notes. Maybe you remember that time. In Myanmar people write in books to keep track of the accounting. In the train stations computers are not known and big books […]

day 174: devil in disguise

This little sucker is little. You see that. But with chilis, size does matter: The smaller, the hotter. So you can imagine, how hot this little sucker is and why I left it on the plate.

day 173: red fuel

The fast and easy way to get fuel in your motorcycle is stopping by the many little private “gas stations” on the way. People put a shelf with plastic bottles full of gas in front of their houses. Some of the fuel is green or red. I think, the people just color them for fun. […]

day 172: roads

I am nor very picky. I say: Raod conditions could be worse. Of course the roads in Myanmar are bumpy, there are a lot of holes in the street, but still, who wants to go fast here anyway? I took those pictures close to Kalay, Chin state, north west Myanmar.

day 170: the lake

One of the other must-sees in Myanmar, next to Bagan, is Lake Inle (Inlay). And Inle does deliver. It´s a beautiful blue lake, some mountains around and the most fascinating part are the village not around but in the lake. The houses are built on sticks over the water, the streets are water and if […]

day 169: winding roads

The roads, that lead to the south from Inle lake are beautiful. Soon you leave the tourist crowds behind you, there is a little river next to the road and left and right there are some hills. People plant their crops and life is once again slow. To get to highway no. 1 between Yangon […]

day 167: tourists

I knew Bagan was going to be touristic. So I went with the (tourist) flow, because I knew soon enough I would be out in the country site with none speaking english around me. For sunset Bagan gets busy. Everybody wants to catch the best view from the highest temple to see the sunset.   […]

day 164: pleasure again

Here comes the full lunch menu. Lentil soup with cinnamon. Spinach and some other nice green vegetable with chili. Onions, tomato, tamarinde and something else. Little salad. Slimy capsicum/eggplant. Nice! I guess bamboo, but it tastes like mushroom. Pork.

day 163: how to travel alone

Today I won´t give you a picture but a nice advice I found on another blog. If you fear to travel alone, read it, you might take the next step after having read that: “How NOT to fear traveling alone”

day 161: boat ride

We put our motorbikes on a ship in Kalewa off to Monywa. On the boat there was not much to do but to hang out with the crew, to chat, to share food and to listen to music. Becca presented Western music, the crew presented Myanmar music, from Rock to romantic songs. When suddenly the […]

day 159: street pleasures

One of the pleasures in Asia is street food – I have mentioned that, right? Here are some of the pleasures I have encountered so far in Myanmar. A salad with a lot of shredded ginger, crunchy beans, tomato, cabbage and tamarind sauce. To get the real taste, get some green chili with it. Yummie! […]

day 157: changes

If you want to know what it feels like to walk around in a village in Myanmar do the following: Picture a completely naked man or woman walking around on the streets. Imagine what the people around would do. First their chaws would drop open, they would stare. If this completely naked woman or man […]

day 155: on the road

My friend Becca and me bought some little motorcycles in Mandalay. I can recommend Mandalay Motorbike there. Zach, an US-american guy, has been living there for 7 years, selling and fixing motorbikes. His little business is a place, where it´s easy to hang out a few hours. his wife is there, the two little sons, […]

day 154: oops!

Something went wrong with this truck. And it seems the guys around neither know how to solve that problem. Seen #ontheroadinmyanmar between Gangaw and Kalay.

day 153: golden times

The pagoda in Yangon is stunning. Even if you´re not a fan of religious buidlings, the gold of the Yangon pagoda will make you feel smaller. Here people hang out, lay down to sleep a while next to their favorite Buddha statue, eat some lunch with family, pray for a while or read a newspaper. […]

day 152: bumpy

Taking the train from Yangon to Mandalay is – let´s call it: special. It´s an old and solid train probably from the colonial times. It´s made out of full steel and is painted torquise inside. The upper class has beds and a ride costs around 10 Euros. The journey takes 14 hours. Slowly the train […]

day 147: myanmar actually

Es war ein Zufall. Eine beschwipste Frau hat mich angesprochen: „Hey, fahren wir nach Myanmar?“ Und ich hab ja gesagt. Ich weiß nur wenig über das Land: Aung San Suu Kyi, eine Militärjunta, die das Land brutal regierte, Aufstände, die von buddhistischen Mönchen und Nonnen angeführt wurden. Seit 4 Jahren ist das Land offen. Ich […]