From Mukilteo to Myanmar – the wild goose chase to track down my former English teacher, Coz, is a success.
I couldn’t possibly get lost on a train that runs in a circle, right?
“Dreams of My Feather”
Dawn crows; can’t find the pluck to cluck / curse my fowl luck / the coop, not flown / a coup, not known / against the man who takes the eggs / against this roost, the endless days / you see a paltry portly poultry / flightless wing, head-bobs jolty / But strong, my beak, not bleak or meek / I may be chicken but I’m three-toe kicken’ / down this cage to move up in the world.
(Be careful what you wish for, guys)
"The population is still welcoming and smiling [despite the tourists]. Even if they don't speak very good English - like me - they always want to help you." Camille, a linguistically-modest visitor from France, on the people of Myanmar. Listen to the podcast for more first impressions of a very welcoming country.
I’ve left Japan and followed a lead on Coz to Myanmar, where the local friendliness will leave you covered in guano (but literally on Coz’s doorstep).
If this ain’t cool, I don’t know what is
When that wide-open road beckons, you throw on your blue elephant-print silk shirt, strap on your souvenir flip-flops, open up the throttle on your e-bike and cruise down the Irrawaddy at a bad-ass 25 mph.