According to the Lonely Planet Guidebook. to go over the river from Yangon to Dala and Twante still required a permit as of December 2011. When the restrictions were lifted, I still haven’t been able to find out, but as our guest house staff were adamant that tourists no longer required a permit, we decided to chance it. And I’m so glad we did – only an hour away from Yangon is a completely different world, not often ventured into by visitors…
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16.12.12
The weekend market, Bangkok
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18.11.12
Not so shy.
Refugee’s aren’t allowed motorbikes but there are a fair few here.
12.11.12
09.11.12
An hour and a half hike brought me to the other end of camp with a view back. I live at the bottom of the steep cliff on the right.
08.11.12
I took this a couple of weeks ago on my visa run to Myawaddy, Myanmar. Our visit coincided with October’s full moon.
05.11.12
One of the students who volunteered to cook for me every day. She’s only 18 but she’s like my mother here!
It’s interesting to look back at the pictures I’ve taken this year, and how the style has developed and changed depending on where I’ve been living and what I’ve been doing. I’ve only really started taking pictures of people in the last six weeks. What do you think?
04.11.12
My bedroom – I even have a pink mosquito net and a rat that runs along the beam at the top of the window every night!
03.11.12
One of my students posing behind the game he’d created for the school’s fun fair. The tins he used are the empty tins of condensed milk used to make tea.
02.10.12
01.11.12
A volunteer teacher leans against the door frame
31.10.12
Another part of the camp I didn’t know existed!
30.10.12
Looking into one of the three monasteries here.
29.10.12
A monk walking through no-man’s land towards Burma.
25.10.12
Breaking the Rules: 500 likes!
I’ve had 500 likes on my blog – thank you everyone! I’ve just found an old photo, taken in January this year, of the Hungarian Parliament building in Budapest. What do you think?
24.10.12
A shop selling traditional Karen dress in the camp. These are Karen shirts specifically for males. The stripes are horizontal for women.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette
Silhouette of watches for sale at a shop in the refugee camp.
21.10.12
20.10.12
My breakfast is typically a cup of the sweetest tea known to humankind, with something fried like whatever this is. It used to make me feel incredibly sick, but now I rely on it as my only source of sugar and fat during the day. One of the other teachers told me that sugar is incredibly expensive here, so when they go to a tea shop they invariably spoon a huge amount of sugar into their tea. It tastes more like hot chocolate!
Our world. My lens 