After arriving in Yangon, popping over to Bago, traveling to Mt Kyaiktiyo, and visiting Mawlamyine, we hopped a minibus to Hpa-an (pronounced pa-aun). I use the term minibus lightly since that is what our guesthouse called it, but the reality is it was a full-sized bus with mini-seats. I swear that SE Asian countries make Read Post
Hey, Tara, do you remember that time when… …we nearly drove around the entire island of Iceland (or as they call their country, Ísland) searching for puffins. We had the option early on to eat them, but it was a veritable “Where’s Waldo?” (aka “Where’s Wally?” to the rest of the world) for finding them Read Post
Hey, Mike, do you remember that time when… …we drove on a black-sand beach near Vík, Iceland, to try to see a puffin colony that was blocked off from the roadway? I thought for sure we’d get stuck in the sand! Bruce Peninsula was playing, and the music kind of fit the mood. The sky Read Post
I felt like such a privileged American walking around speaking English in Europe, Africa and Asia. Locals would put aside their mother tongue and interact in mine. Many picked up the language during childhood through American pop culture, our country’s greatest export. We met Icelanders who learned English this way and speak it so flawlessly Read Post
We took a bunch of time lapse video of the temples around Siem Reap, Cambodia, then sped up the results and cut it to some relaxing music.