The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “mountains

February in Myanmar

Posted on April 5, 2015

A man grills and feeds us delicious fish, complete with a homemade sweet sauce and charred greens. Street food in Myanmar is notoriously dirty, but health concerns can generally be quelled if you go to places with high turnover! Insein Road, Yangon. A child monk in the village of Man Loi. Especially among impoverished families, it is common in Myanmar for children to be at least partially educated in the local monastery. Children play in the streets of downtown Yangon. A rice farmer, five kilometers outside of Hsipaw. We rested in the shade of his house while he offered us homemade rice wine. It is easy to feel small in the expansive symmetry and disarray of Shwedagon Pagoda, the largest of its kind in…

Black Hmong & Red Dao

Posted on November 4, 2014

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Even a short three-day trek reveals the diversity of the Tonkinese Alps. There are five ethnic groups in Northern Vietnam and they all have boundless subdivisions, each with its own culture, dress and dialect. The way to say “hello” in one village would not pass in the next!

If you find yourself wandering to the region, consider a trip with Sapa O’Chau. It’s an amazing community development project that gives work and education to local youth.*

Grand Tetons

Posted on August 18, 2013

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For billions of years, heat and pressure and volcanoes and sediments and wind and water and plates worked together unceremoniously so that we could one day have mountains like these. And then you forget about America’s inane media and backwards politics, about its injustices and tragedies. Because when there’s a rock like that in front of you, there’s little else to do than to stand there, mouth gaping, and make space in your head for something much bigger.

Morskie Oko

Posted on August 22, 2012

Sometimes we revisit places we idealize from our childhood. Sometimes these places meet the grand expectations we develop after years of absence and reminiscing. But more often than not, we go back and things are inherently different. The place has changed and we have changed, and we can no longer view it in the same happy way.

With Zakopane and Morskie Oko, it was magic then and it’s magic now.