Minglabar from Myanmar

Let's get right down to it, shall we? I've never been one to hold back my feelings. Not in any capacity. Just a full-on, emotionally charged, goes-with-her-gut kind of girl. 

Myanmar has not blown me away. 

If you spend any amount of time in Asia, and I truly have, you'll hear backpackers tell stories of being made speechless by Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon. You'll start to drool as they tell you the best street food is Burmese. They all say that the tea is a true rite of passage. 

But, guys, I'm missing it. And I'm sorry. And I hate that I feel so underwhelmed by it all. 

The landscapes in South America blew me away. The street food in Vietnam and, hell, even Austin, Texas is almost unbeatable. And the tea...well it's hit and miss. I don't know exactly what to say about Myanmar because I genuinely feel like there must be something wrong with me if I'm the only one not seeing 'it.' Though my travel partner, Luke, also agrees with me. 

The people here have been lovely, but it is true what they say-- you pay for every little thing. It's incredibly cheap, but it's also incredibly annoying. The pagodas are pretty, but the temples in Laos are more to my taste-- a sort of understated beauty that is hard to come by in a world where the belief is often 'more is more' instead of 'less is more.' 

There are few places that I've found 'home' in. England, in parts. Laos, in bigger parts. New Zealand, fully. There are many, many places I've fallen in love with. Chile. Berlin, Germany. Mexico. Patagonia. Hoi An, Vietnam. Cuba. And others that are too many to name. There are a small handful of places that I'd probably not return to. Charlotte, North Carolina {though I appreciate airfare from that hub}. Cambodia.

And, as of right now, Myanmar.

Hopefully, as I get further into travelling Myanmar, I'll find something about it that marvels me. Until then, I'll be keeping my fingers and toes crossed and my eyes wide open.