As we sat in the back of a pickup truck, a mode of transport we had become so accustomed to in Myanmar, we contemplate where the next part of our journey will land us. We ascend the mountain as the sun sets behind us, the sky alive with colour. The journey leads us into darkness, the darkness which once allured us here, like the sweet nectar on a Venus fly trap to the unsuspecting visitor.
When we reach the border, the crossing was made possible only by the men of Myanmar, helping us reach new land and new possibilities. A notion that is now foreseeable and achievable for the people here who now have hope and see that change is imminent.

Myanmar has the red stained pavements that show remnants of the popular betel nut, which permeates the air even in the smallest of fishermen villages.
The bus journeys are hard on the arse but easy on the eye. With new roads being paved on this beautiful landscape in anticipation for the influx of tourists sure to transcend on this quintessentially South East Asian land in the coming years.
The people humble and inquisitive, both endearing attributes of this once oppressed nation.
The food choices have been plentiful and at times hazardous to health. Nevertheless the culinary diversity has both excited and confused our pallets.

From the lush green mountains of the chin state, the flat plains of Bagan, sculpted with ancient temples and pagodas, to the crystal clear waters and white sandy beaches on the coasts, this has been a trip that has mystified, intrigued and rewarded its visitors.