Yangon is a crazy city, with monks and motorbikes sharing dusty alleys that are either framed by buildings that look like they were razed by the Japanese yesterday... or bright gold stupas.
Apartment (almost) rented, furniture and all belongings in storage, backpacks
packed.
It’s been an intense 48 hours and after a night spent sleeping on our
yoga mats in front of our fireplace, we’re off to SFO, where we’ll board
a 12-hour flight to Seoul followed by a ...
