[Myanmar] Road Trip

The traffic can be unexpected.


But the view is always awesome. As is the journey.

Riding pillion.

Riding pillion.

The bike was driven by my Uncle, whom I had not seen in over 14 years. He was both as charming and awesome as I remembered, and flawed in ways that I never realised before. That’s probably the main change that you experience – in your interactions with other people – as you grow old. No one seemed perfect any more. Even the adults. And no body had all the answers, even for their own lives.

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