

Mandalay, Myanmar
Arriving on the overnight sleeper train from Yangon. We arrived shaken AND stirred, just like the ubiquitous martini. The train was the bumpiest train either of us had ever been on, which made for an interesting time when nature called. There was just no way you could keep your bottom fixed to the seat, and you had to time pulling up your underwear with exact precision to avoid being thrown headlong into the metal wall surrounding the toilet area. I was certainly...