The Secret Life of Antlered Girls

So I’m in Bagan in Northwest Myanmar/Burma and have just ridden up the east coast of the country through the mountains in the Shan State and then taking a ferry from Mandalay to the scary town of Pakkoku where everyone is a starvng monk or M.I. It’s the town were the demos started. The country is crazy safe, unlike other places in Southeast Asia where you’d be ard-pressed to get robbed. People ride oxcarts ad farm without any mechanical tools. Pretty wild. Right now I’m staying in a place that overlooks the Irrawaddy River, which I took at 13 hour ferry to get to and then a short 16 mile bike ride. Tonight we fly back to Yangon/Rangoon in the South where I wil get a new pair of glasses made for $20. On our way north we stayed one night in a monastery where we communicated with a monk using only hand signals. The internet is extremely slow here and this is the first access I’ve had by proxy server in a couple weeks.

Also being half asian and half white here is really weird. Everyone thinks i’m a total Burmese freak riding around with foreigners on a flashy bike. People come up like a foot from my face and stare at me all the time and when we rdie by everyone’s jaw drops and they scream ‘hey you!’ really aggressively.

anyway, someone needs to use this computer so off i go.

much love from burma.