Back to Yangon.
Well, for an hour at least.
Enough time to survey the beautiful grit and sample Burmese street food (lots of fried, India-inspired fare).
Back to Yangon.
Well, for an hour at least.
Enough time to survey the beautiful grit and sample Burmese street food (lots of fried, India-inspired fare).
Friday.
Boating Trip.
Large photos (from top to bottom): Our vessel, shark cave (home to a family of blacktip sharks & octopus that were quite friendly), & finally, our lunch spot, an even more remote and deserted island (unknown name).
Sand, the consistency of powdered sugar.
Dancing seashells everywhere.
Spicy gins - a staple Myanmar drink (or so I was told by the bartender) — made w. local Myanmar gin & jalapenos—- oh boy do they pack quite a kick.
The hike up Macleod is a steep one but well worth it.
Vistas from the 1st and 2nd landing.
Typical Macleod.
Taken w. my iPhone.
Macleod.
Land ho!
By sea.
Kawthaung.
(Shots are a bit blurry. With the exception of the last three, these shots were taken from my seat on the back of a truck, as we sped from the airpot to the dock.)
Kawthaung Airport.
—Rudyard Kipling