It’ll Always Be Burma To Me (Part 2)
I got off the bus and stood, alone, bags in hand, on the deserted street that leads to Chaung Thar Beach, Myanmar. It was 3 am, pitch black, and I was kind of drunk. The 9-hour bus ride from Yangon (the capital) to Chaung Thar (a tiny beach town on the western coast) had been unpleasant, to say the least. The mountainous western region of Myanmar is devastatingly beautiful and largely untouched, but for a single, winding, one-lane road connecting the coast to the rest of the