Myanmar is beautiful – people, landscapes, food, cities, temples, beaches, you name it. Something else I can never overlook when traveling are the lovely creatures roaming the streets. Today, I want to give some credit to Myamars animals because I couldn’t walk past one of them without “awwww”ing – at least that’s true for most of them (the giant spiders were a whole different topic, but even if I’d wanted to take pictures of them, I was freaking out way too much to hold a camera). The ones in here are all just cute and fluffy, I promise.
So the other day I was rambling about how you couldn’t visit Yangon without paying your tributes to Shwedagon Pagoda – and while I still think that’s true – there’s so many other places that you just can’t miss when visiting Myanmar for the first time. Among these endless must-sees, some do still stand out: For example because they are a world famous, jaw-dropping, cover-of-every-guidebook, seemingly resisting the laws of physics kind of place. All of this (and so much more) is true for Kyaikthiyo, better known as the Golden Rock. For all of the obvious reasons listed above, we had to to see it for ourselves.
Now I’m usually not the kind of person and/or traveler to claim they have everything figured out (cause I usually don’t), but for some reason, every decision made about our trip to Kyaikthiyo turned out just right. So ultimately, what I am looking to share today is nothing less than the perfect visit.
A few weeks ago, I finally decided to write down some of the experiences from my semester abroad in Istanbul. These memories were haunting ones and I’m glad to have them off my chest – but I realized while writing that there are many things I happily recall and miss about Istanbul quite a bit. In those first remembrances of Istanbul, there hasn’t been a lot of room for all the beautiful and inspiring things I found for myself in the city – although there have been plenty. That’s why I want to share some of these experiences with you: Because if someone had asked me yesterday, “Do you want to return to Istanbul tomorrow”, I would already be gone – so I hope the picture I drew before, I can set right today.
I was wondering how long it would take for me to start missing Florence after I left. Well, the answer is: precisely 3 weeks. To be honest, if it hadn’t been for the holidays in between (equal to lots of time spent with wonderful humans) this might have happened even sooner. At least it’s January now. It’s so grey, cold and despicably wet outside that I don’t feel too silly being caught by yet another fit of the grass being greener on the other side. So here I am craving to stroll along alleyways and trip on bumpy cobblestone like the hopeless idiot I tend to be. Continue reading
From where I live right now, Florence is the next big city – and boy, it’s a big one. At least in terms of flawless, jaw-dropping beauty behind every corner. I usually go there on the weekends and I’m sure if I went on doing so for the next 20 years, I could still discover something new everytime. For now, I wanted to share some impressions with you that I stumbled across on my last few walks through Florence. Be sure that these will be contributed to soon enough! Continue reading