O-Burma How I Missed You

When I was hired to sail with SAS last year there was no port stop in Burma.  Technically there still isn’t since it is now officially recognized as Myanmar.  However in the words of J. Peterman, “You may know it as Myanmar, but it will always be Burma to me.”

I vividly recall the moment I found out our itinerary was changing and we were porting again in Yangon.  I had to get up from my cube and leave work to scream with excitement that was built up inside of me.  The first time I came here in 2006 was so special I couldn’t believe I was getting to go back.

Burma was the one port I guaranteed myself I’d come back to.  I thought it may take thirty years but I knew I’d be back.  There is something magical about this place.  Whether it’s the zen peacefulness of the pagodas or just the pure wonderfulness of the people, I could live here.  This trip back has not disappointed. 

Kelly and spent our time sweltering in the hot, hot Yangon days and nights.  We went back to many of the same places we did in 2006 and relived the wonderful country that is Burma.  We talked with some locals, ate some delicious meals and had another incredible time.  I’ll have more in the days ahead but for now here are some of my favorite pictures from our stay that I wish could have lasted for weeks instead of only a few days.  Mingalaba!