We reached Mandalay in the early hours of New Year's Eve. The hostel we arrived at wasn't up to mine and Charlie's standard, we know what your all thinking, we are usually not choosy when it comes to this sort of thing. But, there were a LOT of mosquitoes, and no mosquito net. Restless, we search for another hostel, through the streets of Mandalay where the night is owned by packs of dogs. We find another hostel but cannot check in until later that morning. Befo...

We arrived in Bagan in the early hours of Christmas Eve morning, a occurrence that we have become accustomed to in Myanmar. Bagan is a melting pot of cultural diversity, an era of old and new. Temples sculpting the landscape for as far as the eye can see, with a plethora of restaurants offering cuisine that even the choosiest of palettes could endure. A walk around the market, finished with a few cocktails, an avant garde Christmas tradition we could most certa...

Our journey into the Wild West started on an incredibly uncomfortable bus to pathein. From there, bleary eyed an unwashed, we piled on to yet another very uncomfortable local bus. A ride which turned into an unforgettable one. When the driver thought he had finally packed enough people on, an amount that could shock even the most experienced of travellers. We set off up the mountains. Charlie was on the seat at the back, a girl being sick to her left and on the r...

Since the last entry we have began our move to the north of Myanmar, albeit at a snails pace. We left Dawei on a high and entered Mawlamyine, in the Mon state. Home to George Orwell in 1922. We arrived at 430 in the morning, half dead from the battering (not literally, the roads really are bumpy) we took on the bus the night before. We couldn't check in until 10 so we had to, very uncomfortably, sleep in the lounge. Not being able to sleep me, Charlie and a Cana...

We are a few days on from the last installation of the memoirs, the blind leading the blind around south East Asia. A significant amount of debauchery has occurred in that time. A few drinks, ending in quite a few drinks, a drunken game of pool with two French girls and German a guy. A not so lush beach with a few dead dogs washed up on the shore. (aptly now given the name dead dog island) and almost getting stranded with the closing tide, sadly losing Charlie's ...