I arrived to Dawei on yet another night bus and took a 4am 40minute ride on the back of a motorbike - under the moonlit sky, longyi flapping in the cold morning air and backpack weighing heavy - towards Maung Ma Kan, a beach town on the southern coast.
My first day was spent on Nabule - reachable my motorbike, km after km of wild tropical sands. After hours of solitude I went to investigate a faint silhouette in the distance and found it to be an old crooked local mining for shellfish. He showed me his technique and I managed to add about half a kilo to his little green bag before heading back to my spot for some more nudist indulgence. The next day i walked south down Maung Ma Kan beach and at then end found this little fishing village. There was a minefield of shit to get there - fish heads plastic bags and some god awful smells but when i finally reached the village it was wonderful to see the whole community working together to turn the cogs of the local trade - everybody had a task whether it be carrying bags, chipping ice or chopping heads.
I sat and had a beer, bobbed my head to the keyboard mayhem that was being blasted out and let a mentally challenged child prepare me some beetle nut whilst getting pretty pissed off at all the fishy flies in my face - why were they only attacking me?
I slipped into two fish heads and ice-skated back up towards coconut guesthouse, singing all the way :)

After three days riding from Mandalay, my two comrades and I had arrived to Hsipaw in the north-east of the Shan state. We spent a day trekking up to the Palaung hilltribe village where we were greeted by kids from the local school who challenged us to a soccer game the following day.
With one man down from illness, Douglas and I took charge of a team each and what ensued was a battle of epic proportion - complete with tears, blood and sweat, and after 3 hours of play in the blazing morning sun - it was the boys who were destined to be crowned champions of the Palaung village, 2014. No animals were harmed during the making of this victory. 


I found myself in the Thai capital for the anti-government lockdown and despite fears of a military coup the protests proceeded in a relatively peaceful fashion. My tampons to fill bullet wounds and baby shampoo to remedy teargas eyes were luckily unneeded. I took full advantage of the empty motorways and rode home at mind bending speeds down the fast lane on my bicycle and later joined the protests on the RAMA VIII bridge. 

While most people tried to get some rest, a group of old boys were partying until 4am with a synth keyboard, some massive speakers and whatever other instruments they could get their hands on. I showed then some of my best moves before heading off towards Myanmar later that morning..