I’m going to start posting about my trip to Burma tonight. I went in December and it was everything and more that I hoped it would be. From the glorious bling of its temples to the warmth of people’s smiles, it stole my heart.
One particular gift it gave my photography was light. This was the second foreign trip I had been on since buying a ‘proper’ camera (i.e. a digital SLR) and the way light danced wherever we went has stayed with me.
So here is a teaser for my first photography post that will come tonight. On our first day in Yangon (Rangoon), we went to a public park to see the royal barge and for a view of the Shwedegon Pagoda. As the group walked back toward the bus, I caught a glimpse of workers on a jetty, screened behind a sprinkler. This quickly captured shot became my favourite of Yangon.
I went to Burma (Myanmar) at Christmas. I responded to the call from Aung San Suu Kyi the previous year for tourists to come back now that the democratic process was opening up.
I’m going to be blogging about my wonderful experiences there. As a result of visiting, I’m reading alot about this amazing country. This piece from Zoya Phan absolutely nails the thoughts I was having even before I went, which were based on instinct, not evidence.
I would definitely urge tourists to go there. But if you do, please make sure you go independently or – if like me, this wasn’t practical due to time constraints – interrogate your travel company, to make sure they are taking you in an ethical way, minimising the amount of money going into the coffers of the government.
Here’s the link to Zoya’s article. I hope she writes more.
I haven’t been to Morocco since 2002, when I booked a last minute holiday in August. Yes, that’s right, August. I like a heat challenge.
I went because a trip to South Africa with my boyfriend didn’t pan out…the boyfriend didn’t pan out, so that’s why the trip didn’t.
I loved Morocco but was disheartened at the holiday. Explore Worldwide advertised it as a ‘small group’ trip. Instead, we were a group of more than 20 in a full sized bus. I did enjoy it but there was an inflexibility to our days that frustrated me, particularly when our local guides decided that their ‘special’ shops were better than the madrassas and museums I was keen to see.
So I’ve wanted to go back ever since. Happily a friend is keen to go. We have booked to go for a long weekend in April. Four nights and three days in the heart of the city in a small, privately run, Riad.
Watch this space to see how I get on. I hope to bring you wonderful photos, as last time round I had a compact, film, camera with virtually no zoom. I think I have some pics somewhere, but they’ll be in a photo album, in a box, in my loft! How things have changed in 10 short years!