Now I realize that there’s really never a convenient time to descend into jabbering insanity, but one would at least hope that such a singular event might be preceded by, I don’t know, a heads-up? A courteous note of forewarning? Just so one can put their affairs in order or…

Yangon Again and Interview With a Myanmar: In which the author returns to Burma’s capital, enjoys a rest day, has the final and mother of all hissy fits, makes an ass of himself, then abruptly transitions into an interview with a local that he conducted at an unnamed location and…

Bagan: In which the author starts to discover the upper limits of ass torture that a human can endure, barely fights off repeated bouts of dehydration, finds himself in the un-amusing position of having less cash than most of the destitute locals, decides to walk through one of the most…

Mandalay: In which the author realizes a new level of over-night bus misery, rents a bicycle, rides said bicycle through an unspeakably filthy, polluted city, becomes perturbed at various authority figures, learns about gold leaf, has the first of several hissy fits, has the second of several hissy fits, rests,…