Entries Tagged as 'burma'

March 3rd 2012



My friend Matthias just sent me this picture of us exploring a temple in Bagan…for some reason I look at it and think of the Sex and the City episode where Aiden draws Carrie a bath and she seductively murmurs “big tub, little person.” I know, randommm, but “big Buddha, little person(s)” is my caption for this shot and I’m sticking with it.

February 20th 2012

Added a few of my favorite Burma pics to Google+

Check it out

P.S. I totally believe in Google+

P.P.S. A few people have asked me about my camera and photo editing software…I shoot with a Nikon D3100 and the iPhone 4S. When it comes to editing I’m learning how to navigate Photoshop CS5 but I usually just use iPhone apps: instagram (find me: tarynadler), Pixlromatic, PhotoToaster and ColorBlast are my faves.

P.P.P.S. What are your favorite photo apps?!

February 19th 2012

sunset. (Bagan, Myanmar)

February 17th 2012

I’m backk! And I have pictures, thoughts, memories and political commentary to post!

First, I’m going to admit that I’ve had “God Bless the USA” stuck in my head for the past two+ weeks. Furthermore I’m going to confess that it’s specifically the version harmonized and sang (so beautifully) by Season Two’s American Idol contestants (hi, Clay Aiken).

I’m aware it’s not for everyone but “I’m PROUD to be an American where at least I know I’m freee.”

Anyways, I’m soo NOT a red-state, American-flag-waving, patriotic kind of person, but after traveling Burma I am all of a sudden flooded with gratitude to live in a country with working (and uncensored) internet access and a blog to express my thoughts and adequate health care and access to good public education and even less important things like Peanut M&M’s and J. Crew.

Burmese people are not as fortunate. At the risk of sounding dramatic, they are prisoners in their own country. People are mentally, physically and emotionally oppressed, the economy is poor, infrastructure is virtually nonexistent and bureaucracy kills ambition.

True, the country has seen some major positive changes in the past year, hence the restored diplomatic relations with the US and the fact that several people I met had Facebook accounts. But it’s still far from good.

What is good, though, is the people who live there. They are good good souls. They are innocent and kind and starved for interaction and connection with the outside world, especially in the more remote regions.

Traveling to Burma will inevitably put money into the government’s pocket and that’s upsetting. But it will also open dialogues, create opportunities and provide witnesses to the country’s suffering—all of which will, in time, weaken the government.

I think in five years there will be massive changes in the form of Hilton hotels and luxury spas and even McDonalds.

Until then, though, Burma is not a luxury destination or even a vacation—it’s an experience. One that I highly recommend.

Burma Bus Breakdown (nervous & other)

February 9th 2012

Finallllly found a semi-decent internet connection! Wooo. Ok, so Myanmar…

Like i said it’s wow and amazingg. Barring the dire political situation, of course. and the internet. and the roads. I’ll write about the government regime and its effect on the people one day in detail…when I’m not still in the country. The internet is inextricably linked with the politics. And the roads…

Before i came here, I read everywhere that tourists fly between destinations. But I came here hoping to see more than just tourist destinations and plus, I bused, trained and hitchhiked my way through India—how much worse could Burma public transportation be? Mistake #1. My second mistake: I booked a 16 hour bus ride for the morning after I arrived. I’m not going to count my mistakes anymore, but unfortunately I also didn’t request a seat near the front. I ended up in the dead last row of the bus, the one with seats that don’t recline. It fits five people, a sixth squeezed his way in. Ok, fine. We started through the mountains. Or more like violently off-roaded over steep, rocky, winding uphill terrain. A little less fine. Within minutes, the interior of the bus turned into a suffocatingly thick, dirty dust cloud thanks to the many holes and cracks all along the old bus’ sides and bottom.

Then the woman next to me got sick. (When they hand out plastic bags at the beginning of a trip…that’s a red flag.) Half hour later, the woman in front of me started vomiting and domino effect…the woman in front of her, too. The smell of vomit commingled with stuffy, dusty, dirty air: Soo not fine. The road was rough (understatement), reading was impossible and looking out the window garnered me a giant lump on my forehead. The entire bus ride hurt my body, like falling down stairs. for 16. freaking. hours. Oh, and I mentioned the bus broke down on three separate occasions, right?! Mistake #13,453: Not bringing valium.

Anyways, I survived. There’s a 10 hour bus ride to Bagan, my next destination. Alternatively, there’s also a four day/three night boat ride that goes there…Guess what I’m taking? Wish me luckk.

PS, Now is a good time to interject that I only brought $350 dollars with me to a country that doesn’t accept credit cards and doesn’t have a single ATM or way otherwise to get money, book flights, etc. Mistake #13,454, but who’s counting.

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