Survival of the Shortest

Writing about my time here is like trying to condense a 1000 page novel into a paragraph. I want to convey everything. I want you to taste the food and see the smiling children; I want you to feel your heart skip a beat when your taxi narrowly misses oncoming semis and smell frying fish in the local markets. But try as I might, I cannot fully evoke what I would like. In some ways, the very act of writing

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Like trying to protect yourself from lightening with a banana leaf

Whoever said that roosters crow at dawn was full of shit. It is 5:30 in the morning after a night of homesteading in a Chin village and I’ve learned that roosters crow whenever they damn well please. This morning, it seemingly pleased them to crow in unison at 3 in the morning. Hopefully, we’re having roast rooster for breakfast. Bhikku, a buddhist monk, is one of the most fascinating people I’ve ever met. Traveling with him, a fluent Myanmar and

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Welcome Back

A cacophony of sounds envelops me as our taxi weaves fearlessly between vehicles and people alike. The horns and screeches of an endless line of cars plays out like some deranged symphony, as all 6 million residents of Yangon seemingly take to the road at the same instant. It is survival of the surest of foot, the quickest of hand. It is incomprehensible to me that this system works; somehow, it does. Perhaps it truly is natural selection—those that are

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