Every time I immerse myself in this turquoise sea feel an unusual pleasure and I feel that the universe is giving me something, a caress sea, of silence, of peace.
The commercial capital of Myanmar lies limp along the Andaman Sea, Facing the Indian Ocean. Yangon is a city struggling to forget a sad and tragic past and now trying to open up to the world with dropper. But the fate of Myanmar is about to take a big twist. In the surrounding waters are oil, much oil.
I love that smell of fish markets coated in salt; where cattle hanging still hot; snails and frogs are sold live in large plastic buckets; where the sidewalks are broken and suspicious river colored water runs into the sewer.
A good club is a haven from the vulgarities of the world, where coffee is not drunk in plastic cup with the Starbucks logo, but Worcester porcelain, and sugar served with silver spoons.
Write about Madagascar and Fort Dauphine let alone how to do it and not to mention about Trinidad Cuba. Its fascinating and unknown history puts this place on the map a few historians and lovers of tales of pirates, buccaneers and naúgrafos.
Of course there is paradise on earth: se llama Andilana, north of the island of Nosy Be. This long run-on and serene beach of fine sand and soft, which is home to an emerald sea and placid, is really a treat for the senses.