It has been another week of packing, unpacking, checking in, checking out, locking and unlocking the little travel bag which drew such a short straw when it was selected by me, and flying through soupy clouds. I have been offline most of the past three days while participating in a conference in Bangkok. I am returning to Yangon with a head full of ideas, a file full of papers and a wallet bulging with visiting cards. I have connected and re-connected with like minds and am wrapped in a blanket of enthusiasm and motivation.
As I move along, feet hardly touching the ground I realise that it is many weeks since I have changed my background picture. That says such a great deal about how much the image from the Malaysian jungle resonated with me and how long I wanted to continue to soak in those healing images and memories. But now it is time for a change, and the image I am drawn to is one I took some time ago, in fact probably around the time that I attended the first conference on this topic, weeks after finishing my heavy treatment and when I connected with Kirsty for the first time.
I love wandering around downtown Yangon amidst the living heritage architecture. I remember seeing this building, where the Bombay Burma Press was housed and being fascinated by it and taking many photographs. It just has to be shared.