Travelling definitely takes you well and truly out of your comfort zone, whilst also making you feel truly alive all at the same time.When you find your self zooming through city traffic on the back of a motor bike taxi, bare arms, bare legs and if you have got a helmet on at all, its no more substantial than a plastic builders hat. The driver often using one hand to check his phone and then not even looking where you are going as you round the bend to a pagoda, ...

We arrived in Mandalay after another long windy bus journey, where yet again the locals didn't travel well. Feeling a little ruffled we headed out into the city in search of lunch, we didn't get much further than a couple of blocks, where we found a Chinese restaurant. We got chatting to some of the local guides there and before we knew it the day had gone in offers of the local Mandalay rum, and snacks of deep fried locusts a delicacy at this time of year. Havin...

The bus from Inle Lake to Bagan wound its way around a twisty mountain road. We'd been warned that the locals often suffered from travel sickness but it was still a shock when after only 5 minutes on the road the sick bags were handed round. It was hard to ignore the various retching sounds as the bus made it's way to Bagan. Luckily we both had earphones and the Frank Skinner podcast to drone out the noise. Bagan and it's myriad of ancient temples are used a...

As we took our seats on the AirBagan flight from Yangon to Heho, Tim was browsing the editorial page of the inflight magazine, where he read that the editor wants to thank their customers for their loyalty despite "the unfortunate incident in December", this is not what you want to read as you are about to take off.... (on our safe landing in Heho a quick google search revealed that one of the company's four planes had missed the runway at Heho, crashed and bu...

Yangon was the first big city we'd visited in Myanmar. You could see evidence of the colonial history at every turn. The buildings are very run down today but you can still see glimpses of what it must have been like for Kipling and Orwell back in the 1920's. Luckily Mc Donalds and KFC haven't found their way into Yangon or Myanmar for that matter, this meant the city still had a unique feel and sense of identity. Our hotel room had no windows, was small and ...