What I saw from the train was only beauty and life.
هر چه از درون و بیرون قطار دیدم فقط زیبائی شگفت انگیز بود و کسب انرژی و لذت و تجربه بود . ساده زیستن و لذت بردن از چیزهائی که خیلی ها از کنارش بسادگی میگذرن و حتی شاید سعادت دیدن آن لحظات را ندارند و درک نمیکنن .آنهایی که دیوارهایی ضخیم از ثروت ، مقام ، منصب قدرت و نام و عنوان بدور خود کشیده و از زیبایها خود را محرم میکنن .
تمام این عکسها از زاویه پنجره قطار هست و شاید تصور کنین فتوشاپ باشه ولی واقعی 😁
Kinda - sweet granola with coconut and turmeric, Dining In Cookbook. So good! I could’ve eaten this raw but I baked it, of course. I used the Shan honey turmeric and added the powder turmeric too. It wasn’t overpowering at all. Also, put in chopped walnuts, Thai lemon basil seeds (like chia seeds but cheaper), and wheat germ. #food52cookbookclub#diningincookbook#granola#yangon#myanmar
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Bagan is a Burman historical city, she is the temple of culture and architecture of native population.
This city was destroyed in 1287 by an invasion and now the remains of this city occupy two square miles of land. 🎒🌎🍃
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Living on the trains in Myanmar
شاید به جرات بتونم بگم که داستانهای بسیار زیبایی میتونیم از زندگی که در درون قطارهای میانمار بوجود میاد خلق کنیم
새벽에 도착해서 그냥 잤다.
서쪽으로 왔으니, 동쪽으로 가는 길에 음식점에 가려고 생각했다.
마침 사람이 엄청 많은 알 수 없는 가게 발견.
차를 마시는 사람도 있었고, 먼가 먹는 사람도 있었다.
먼가 기사식당의 느낌이 났다.
메뉴판은 알 수 없는 글자만 나열되어 있었다.
하나는 주변에서 다들 먹는 걸 골랐다.
인스턴트 비빔국수의 맛과..
튀기면 맛없는 것이 없는 카레향이 베인 사모사 느낌 맛없기 힘든 음식.
콜라까지 시켰는데 1400원.
국수랑 튀김이 500원이었을거다 ㅋㅋㅋ
아직 내 x는 고체성을 띄고 있고, 색은 한국과 유사하다.
#만달레이 가는 길!! 여긴 어딘가. 나는 어디로?
먹고 싶지 않은 것 중에 먹고 싶은걸 골라서.
자리표?티켓을 가슴에 붙이고 ㅋㅋㅋ
앉아서 기다리다가.. 타면 된다.
생각보다 엄청 좋은 버스라서 놀랐다.. ㅋㅋㅋ
자고 일어나니 9시간의 이동이 끝나있었다.
동남아시아 버스 투어 중 넘버1.
좋았던 건.. 물질적인 편한함이 아니라,
의자 뒤로 못 져치는데... 뒤에 할머니가 도와주시고
새벽 6시에 도착했는데... 옆자석 아주머니가 나 호텔까지 차로 데려다 주셨던 그 마음이었던 것 같다.
입에서 나오는 단어는 다르지만, 마음에서 나오는 단어는 같았을 것이다.
째주 띤 바데!! #배낭여행#여행에미치다#yangon#여행스타그램#양곤#미얀마#myanmar#mandalay
Myanmar: Day 96. Shwedagon.
With paint still on my fingertips and pillow lines creased into my face I stand at the hostel exit looking out on to the street, if I take one step forward I am going to be knocked out by any number of high speed moving objects, cows, pigeons, bicycles, trucks, women carrying Egyptian Pyramids on their heads.
After my three days of rest I’m back in the game and raring to go, nothing was going to get in my way, not even the hostel manager who has been chasing me around with a new pack of paintbrush’s whispering my name from afar... The sun was shining, the storms had passed, I had a spring in my step like a baby lamb in April. Let’s go!
Ew... EW!! I quickly find I’m in real mortal danger as I pass the first corner and onto the main road. Fully prepared to dodge traffic, people and their livestock I was not ready for the locals to play ‘who can spit on Chris first’ as they cleared the contents of their mouths. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about jumping over sewers, circling random piles of burning rubbish and trying to resist the temptation to chase nuns and monks down the road, I’m faced with watery red saliva being fired at me by the tank load like the Japanese have returned.
It’s a blood bath out there. A blood bath!
A large percentage of the people here have red lips and red teeth. It is so gross I can’t explain. It’s as if everyone is a professional boxer with terminal gingivitis... This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed their red mouths. When I arrived in Myanmar I thought everyone was wearing a lovely shade of Chanel lipstick, I thought everyone was just, you know, pretty. Then when a taxi driver smiled at me from Yangon airport I stopped in fear, he looked as if he’d just eaten his best friend. I remember his wide smile and his teeth moving up and down like grave stone guillotines, what was wrong with him? I quickly typed ‘mouth diseases’ into Google for a quick response, if everyone was infected I was getting the hell out of there, I’m not packed for a zombie apocalypse. They chew something called Betel Nut, to me it looks like the after effects of... cont @ christopherjameslynn.wordpress.com
Myanmar. My last post ‘The End’ was set free into the world a few days after it was written, it took time to write and I wanted to make sure my words were accurate. The premise of that story was focussed around a moment of clarity which would reshape my thinking hopefully for the rest of my life. It was an end to a version of me I’ve not much liked, a version I’ve not understood.
But... It's not the end of my travels! Hell no, what’s wrong with you people sort your shit out.
Jeez spare a moment will you.
When you make an emotional shift like the one I did back in Hong Kong, the likelihood is you aren’t prepared for how tired you’re going to be. I talk about weight and heaviness in that post, it’s not a particularly original analogy but it’s accurate. It’s like I’d been hypnotised and told to carry two large buckets full of water across Asia, I’ve only just been given permission to put them down and my body needs some time to find the energy now it’s free of the stress.
Even so I am travelling.
A few days ago as that post was developing I caught a flight from Hong Kong to Myanmar. It was time to go, if it wasn’t for that nightmare typhoon I would have left sooner. I boarded the plane at 6am on Wednesday morning fairly emotional, I left speaking quietly down to my chest, “thank you, thank you, thank you”. The last 3 days I’ve spent in bed in what I guess is some kind of recovery phase? I haven’t wanted to blog, for the first time I haven’t had any interest in recording anything of my time here. Comfy in my large single bed with heavy curtains on either side I’ve hid myself away, only appearing like a squirrel in spring time when I need food.
From my room I can hear what sounds like an endless carnival happening out on the streets of Yangon. Children chanting in time to an echoing chime, government announcements booming from tiny cars in a language I can’t understand, market stall vendors shouting at one another. I don’t know if I dreamt this but I think I heard a cow passing by earlier, shortly followed by an oinking pig.
No I’m not on a farm, these are the sounds of their most cosmopolitan city. Oink cont @ christopherjameslynn.wordpress.com
📍 Pagode Shwedagon, Yangon, Myanmar 🇲🇲
La légende fait remonter l'origine du site à plus de 500 ans av. J.-C. Deux marchands venus d'Inde, rencontrèrent Bouddha, lui proposèrent de partager leurs gâteaux au miel, celui-ci les remercia en leur offrant huit de ses cheveux. Sur le chemin du retour, le roi Okkalappa les acclama à leur arrivée et donna une immense fête en l'honneur des reliques sacrées. Le roi choisit alors un site où ériger une pagode dans laquelle seraient enchâssées les reliques de Bouddha. Au moment d'ouvrir la cassette contenant les cheveux, des miracles se produisirent. Une première pagode en or fut construite, recouverte de plusieurs autres en argent, en étain, en plomb, en marbre et, enfin, en brique.
📸 Sean Pavone
54 7042:32 PM Sep 13, 2018
As any other big Asian city, #yangon is crowded, loud and busy. But that doesn’t mean there is no charm.
On the contrary! Yangon has plenty to offer to those that make an effort to get to know the city.
Would you like to know more? Discover Yangon at the link in bio.