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C + T / Good Krama


This city just keeps getting cooler (though not on a thermometer). Adding to the list of awesome in this funny little city is Good Krama. Good Krama is an ethical clothing company with an edge.

Good Krama isn’t new to the scene here, but they do have a new cool girl at the helm, Katia. She’s French, but raised in San Francisco, and if that didn’t make her cool enough already, she also has a degree in Environmental economics. Basically, she knows her stuff and can pull off a killer cat eye at the same time.

Good Krama uses local fabrics, including the traditional Cambodian krama*, locally woven silks, sustainable fabrics like tencil, and up-cycled materials from deadstock or surplus fabrics from local garment manufacturers.

What’s interesting about the company is that their design doesn’t cater to expats or western tourists. Katia, who leads the design team, uses inspiration from local Cambodian trends, making a lot of the pieces much more interesting than your standard tank top.


Left: Cait in the Khiev krama. Right: The Arunny krama. Both 100% handmade, 100% organza silk.  Check out all the Good Kramas here

We partnered with Good Krama to do a fun shoot with a few of our favorite pieces from their new line. Our best impressions of edgy super models below.


Tiff in the signature Good Krama Borei Snapback while also rocking the 100% linen Vithu pant.


Cait in a new hoodie coming soon!


Tiff in the GKxChifumi Faded Tank. Made from 100% upcycled cotton.

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Cait in the Sov Tee.

We are planning fun things with these great people soon, so watch this space for updates!

All photos by Cait+Tiff. Please request permission for use. We are not liable for krama love.


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T / postcards from nepal

C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---13I’m still adjusting to civilian life after our little big week in Nepal.  And it’s not just the unrelenting heat in Phnom Penh that drives me to go back to Kathmandu in a heartbeat.  With a friend’s wedding in full swing, we barely had any time to get to know the place.  I didn’t reach my critical mass of momo consumption.  Nor truly get my textiles on.  So when I sat down today to finally go through 28 gigabytes of raw images, I knew what I had to do.  Postcards.  Enjoy!

C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---2 On our way, overland, from Pokhara to Kathmandu.  To those who haven’t yet graced cliffside, un-fenced, Asian roads (and their drivers), this might be a little death defying.  But once you get over that, the views are amazing.

C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---1 From the top of Swayambhunath, aka the Monkey Temple, in Kathmandu.  C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---3 C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---12

C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---10We spent the tiniest bit of time wandering through Patan Durbar Square.  I could easily come back here for a cuppa masala tea. Stat. C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---11 C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---9 C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---8

C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---4On our last day, we got to visit Bhaktapur, the ancient Newari capital of the Kathmandu Valley and its royal palace.  Just in time for Nepali New Year celebrations.  Which, when you’re getting over a night of wedding festivities, is the best wake me up a girl could ask for.  And this is when we really confronted the damage caused by 2014’s earthquake.  Five hundred year old temples rendered into rubble, not to mention the lives lost.  But the city was in full swing for new year festivities and the celebrations were just infectious.  After a pot of masala tea, of course. C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---5 C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---6 C+T---Postcards-from-Nepal---7

All photos by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission for use. And you should definitely go to Nepal.

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C / slide show


I grew up spending a few weeks in Door County, Wisconsin every summer with my maternal grandparents. There were a million wonderful things about the place, but one of my favorites was the slide show they would have from their travels that year. We would all go to the small living room after dinner, sometimes with our cherry pie, and my grandpa would turn off the lights and talk us through the show, with commentary from gram.

They both loved adventure, and my grandfather was a wonderful photographer. I remember sitting on the floor, teetering back and forth in a BackJack, trying to hold on to the details of the slide show. They traveled all over the world, and I remember seeing late-80’s style slides from Aruba, Easter Island, Alaska, and Kashmir. These slide shows prompted my interested in places far away and by about 11 years old, I had a long list of thing I needed to see.

My grandparents have since passed, and I haven’t seen a slide show in a while, probably because people don’t use film, or get slides anymore. I’m not going to shake my fist angrily at technology here, but I miss how special photos used to feel. Seeing a few over-filtered snaps of someone’s face with maybe a mountain in the background isn’t all that interesting to me.

In the spirit of two of my favorite people who have walked and danced on this earth, I have put together a bit of a slide show, photos with actual explanation, from my first few days in Nepal. I know some people don’t have time for that, or really even care, and that’s cool, you don’t have to.


This is RS Moto, in Kathmandu. It’s owned by some of the coolest kids in KTM and isn’t ust a motorcycle shop. They have a fantastic coffee bar, yummy cafe, and an extremely cool shop full of motorcycle stuff and handmade outdoor gear. They also make incredible custom bikes, see the Ducati just chillin’ there in the background.


This is some of the cool, locally-made swag in the shop at RS. It’s good I don’t live in KTM because I would have given them all my money by now.


Walking through the alleys of KTM was one of my favorite things about the city. This part of town, near Freak Street and the fabric markets, is especially old and suffered during the earthquake. Through a lot of alleys now are these wooden braces that are golding up the buildings. They don’t look super secure to me, and I think I’m right. Wandered through anyway.


This is a kinda crappy photo, taken from the back of a moto going through the city. It’s easy to forget what the country went through last year while having lunch at cool little restaurants, but physical reminders are everywhere, and heartbreaking.


One big regret of my trip is that I never got a saree. There were too many gorgeous colors and I couldn’t make a call. I will just have to go back.


Fabric shopping in this city was a damn treat. Patterns here mean different things, each tiny little city has it’s own print, and vendors have a lot to say about each one. I could wander the fabric area for days, though I would need to buy another gigantic North Face knock off bag to bring all the goodies back.


This is the lassi shop near the fabric market. They serve one thing, plain lassi with dried fruit and pine nuts on top. My favorite part about this place is that most people don’t do “take away” so you order and drink right there. There were TWO guards watching the patrons hovering around the shop, to make sure they didn’t steal the glass cups. They meant business, too, and would scold you if you walked too far away. I feel like I would be an excellent lassi cop.


Just a standard city scene near Durbar Square in KTM. Traffic laws are merely suggestions.


Nepalese donut! I don’t remember what this tasty treat is called, but it’s rice flour and honey, rolled up with corn meal, then deep fried. The little squiggly guy underneath? I don’t know how they make them, but it’s basically tubes of deep fried honey.


View from the top of a friend’s house in Bhaktapur, one of the very laid back, old cities near KTM.


My trusty steed for a day of exploring outside of KTM. (Note: By “trusty steed” I mean i sat on the back of it and held on for dear life. It’s a freaking DUCATI, it goes crazy fast and I am equally proud of myself for not flying off the back of it as I would be for driving it.)


That’s a special combination of fear and pride on my face. And that is just posing with it.


Pretty garlands outside a little tea shop in .Banepa


Mostly quiet temples in Banepa.


Cruising through Banepa with new buddies. I love the colors here, and how it felt like going back in time, which is the most cliche thing to say about old stuff, but it’s true.

I have a million more photos from the trip, some a re much better than these, but this was my first look at Nepal, and when I think about it, I will remember these few days perfectly.

More photos sometime soon.



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C / forgotten essentials


I read up on Kathmandu before I came. I looked at all the books, and the internets and the Weather Channel. I read blogs, talked to friends, and straight up did my homework on this place.

However, there are a few things I wish I had brought with me, and that I recommend everyone bringing with them for travel in Nepal. A lot of them are hygiene based. It’s dusty and polluted like you would not believe here, and simple things, like not having dirt on your face, kinda matter.

Leather Jacket


I have been spending a lot of time on motorcycles and its certainly the most fun way to get around. Driving up in the mountains yesterday got a little breezy and my one long sleeve shirt didn’t really cut it. Also worth noting, anything you wear on the road, becomes the color of the road. Don’t wear white, like I did.

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I found some of these here, in a generic brand, and they are so needed. It’s a blast whizzing through the little alleys in KTM, but those little alleys are filled with about 500 years of dust, pollution and cooking smoke.

Hand Sanitizer


My friend Lin has me hooked on this stuff from Dr Bronners, but I picked up the cheap version here with all the horrible chemicals. Sometimes you have the make the choice between cancer-inducing toxins and Giardia. Spending a lot of time in markets and exchanging cash for all the pretty things means nasty hands. You just can’t eat buffalo momos with nasty hands.

Simple Tote



I always have one with me in the Penh and forgot to stash in my favorite Salt and Sundry tote that has been with me everywhere.

Chap Stickchap-stick.jpgI have a lip balm I use before bed that smells nice and makes me feel fancy, but it doesn’t last more than a few minutes outside here. My favorite is still good old Chap Stick, with SPF. The sun is fierce here, even if it’s not so hot.

Off to trade all my money for fabric and dumplings.



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C / 20 min in Kathmandu


I am already covered in dust. I haven’t even left the hotel, and my white shirt is now sort of a tan/grey. I feel so rugged, I might grow a beard.

I heard a man at the airport talking about spending a few days in Pokhara, and then heading up “the hill.” I thought, ” Well doesn’t that sound nice? I would love to take a little hike, I wonder what hill he is talking about, I hope I can get there in a taxi…”


Right, Nepal, Mt Everest, right. The dude’s face was already “underpass weathered” as Tina Fey would put it, and based on his backpack and that one dead-looking pinky, I would guess it’s not his first time up.

I will not be climbing any “hills” this trip, just the regular ones. Spending most of this week fabric shopping and figuring out how to get as many momos in my mouth as possible. Incessant updates on momo progress and pretty things here and here.

Photo of “The Hill




C / JJ Market Drive Through


I love Chatuchak in Bangkok. It’s something like 26 acres of market, and you can find everything from housewares to fashion to the best damn coconut ice cream you can get for a dollar. I actively miss it when I haven’t been for a while, so it’s good that I got to go last weekend.

Bangkok itself is saturated with designers and small labels, and a lot of them make their way into Chatuchak, or as it’s locally know, JJ market. Our buddies over at TA.THA.TA have a shop in section 4, alongside other brands that are starting to focus more on craftsmanship and quality goods. Not exactly what you would expect from a market that sells 50baht man-tanks with Che Guevara’s likeness, so it’s a nice surprise.

The thing that quells my excitement about this treasure hunt mecca, is that it’s hot. Not like “ooh, I’m a little warm” hot, but like “I can see heat waves rising from the pavement and I can’t tell if there is sweat dripping into my eyes or if I am actually crying” hot. I have about a 90 minute window at JJ, and I rarely go without a plan. I hit up section 2,3, and 4, circled on the map below for your convenience.


Rather than aimlessly walking through this spastic, happy, stinky maze, I have put together a list of some of my favorite spots. Before you start, make sure you get coconut ice cream. You do not want to start this adventure un-sugared.

Oom Choo


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Gorgeous leather sandals with a high-end vibe, that will run you about 30 bucks. A few really nice ladies run this shop, and are very happy to help you with fit, style, and any adjustments you need.

Section 3 Soi 46/1 no. 275 (near MRT Kampangpeth) and Section 5 Soi 54/2 no. 106 (gate 3)

Brick Lane, the Queensway Collection


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This shop is named after the famed vintage shopping street in London, but has the opposite vibe. It’s full of clean lines, simple, modern color schemes and is even air-conditioned. It doesn’t smell like Mick Jagger even a little bit.

Section 3, Soi 45/2



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Cork! Cork everywhere! But in a really great way. These cool guys bring in their materials from Portugal, and create gorgeous bags, notebooks, wallets and other goodies out of cork. One of the owners is also the brother of the female lead at TA.THA.TA, so cool design genes must run in the family.

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This shop stocks menswear, but if I want to wear a shirt with sharks on it, you better believe I will. This company stocks really well made pieces, that run a few more dollars that you are used to spending in markets. They manage to tow the line between “Hooray! That is hilarious on a t-shirt” and “Whoa, I probably don’t need that on a t-shirt.” ​It’s good stuff.

Section2 Soi 40/2 Room No.236



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Yes, we probably should have grown out of silly t-shirts. I probably should have done a lot of things, why would I ever pass up DOG BANANA? Caramel is run by two sisters who love animals and like dreaming up hilarious scenarios for them. I like that you can make a business out of this. Bless Thailand.



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This is another cool mens-ish place that I like to shop. They specialize in putting weird, puffy, embroidery on otherwise very nice materials. If you need a sweatshirt with The Little Mermaid on it, this is your shop. I happen to be partial to the polar bear, because I like that they are so cute but will absolutely rip your face off. The guys will point out that the button down you are trying on is for men, only. Just pretend you don’t speak English.

The Sleeveless Garden


Photo by Sleeveless Garden

These ladies are class-y. The make stunning bags, watches, wallets and other things I didn’t have enough baht for. The shop is lovely and made me feel like a clumsy backpacker immediately. (Which I haven’t been for NINE years, thanks for that “memory” Facebook.) They sell online as well, so if you need time to deliberate if you want to stay in the nice hotel or buy a purse, you can. That being said, they keep everything below $150ish, so it won’t cause any permanent damage to your wallet.

I wish you happy, slightly-less sweaty shopping.


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T / i came, i saw, i shopped

Tiffany TsangOne of my value-based resolutions this year is to be a little more…err…discerning…about what I spend my money on.  Things that bring me joy (thank you Marie Kondo), things that will last a little longer.  That whole less things, more experiences philosophy that probably invaded your newsfeed a few weeks ago.

But then I went to Saigon, got fuelled by a lot of coffee and discovered a hidden gem of minimalism amid all the garish synthetic bling that first greets shoppers in Asia.  And when I say hidden, it’s actually hidden.  Up old world apartment blocks with elevators that harken back to the roots of a craft.  In abandoned warehouses that have evolved into pedestrian only design spaces.  All within blocks of each other, speckled with cafés to help maintain your beat.  This was bliss.

Catinant-BuildingIn order to access all the possibilities at 26 Ly Tu Trong (at the corner of Dong Khoi), you have to first walk through the craft of your typical unassuming painter of Asian-kitsch.  Formerly known as the Catinat Building, the structure might date back as far as the late 18th century.  The perfect place to house a number of rising Saigonnaise design houses; with with each collection bathed in the kind of light that comes from wall-sized Roman arched windows.  You know there’s a history of the atelier when you walk in here.

Tiff-Went-to-LibeMy first stop was the Libé Workshop (3rd floor), which specializes in “basics du jour.”  And it was this first stop that really helped to summarize the minimalist, simple, style that runs across the Saigon design scene.  Seamless, stripes, textiles that know how to deal with 40°C temperatures and great simple craftsmanship.

Xeo-XoWith a view that looks over the Notre Dame Cathedral, how could you not want to spend an hour or two trying everything on at Xéo Xọ?  Their collection of a simple aesthetic, this time mixed clean lines with Japanese influences.  The gorgeous light filled space offered tea and tiny sesame cookies to shoppers.  I couldn’t be happier.

Tiffany TsangAfter a locally bespoke cocktail or two at neighbouring Cộng Cà Phê, one should definitely go shopping for ball gowns.  And that’s exactly what I did with Claire and her girls at Thank Goodness I’m Fabulous.  And the best thing is that spritely young designer Tu-Anh will even hand deliver gowns that she’s re-tooled for you by midnight so you can bring home your goodies on that 5am flight.

3A-StationThe As over at 3A Station stand for Alternative Art Area.  It’s exactly the kind of graffiti-filled area where it’s not unusual to see simultaneous music video-street style-lookbook shoots happening on a very hot Friday afternoon (and you should attempt your own mini-shoot too).  Yes, minimalist fashion aesthetics still rule at stores like Nosbyn, but you can also get your dose of Vietnamese whimsy at Floral Punk and gorgeous embroidery inspired by local tradition at Safari and the coolest goods from a local ceramicist at SadecTiffany Tsang

Tiffany TsangOh right, and don’t forget about all your coffe and goodies at L’Usine.

And the obligatory map!

All photos by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission for use.




T / all of the coffee i drank in saigon


A certain coffee yoda is getting one of these.

Last week, I decided to make it a mission to drink all of the coffee that Ho Chi Minh City (née Saigon) had to offer.  Thanks to the folks at Adventure Faktory (which you should definitely check out), I had the perfect guide.  And on top of that, exactly 36 hours to further my caffeine dependency. I was completely successful.  Sticking to my feet and the super hip hood of District Môt (trans: District One), I set off on two mornings for a steady stream of espressos and slowly dripping coffees.  I made a rookie mistake of ordering a latte early in the mission and learned quickly that all coffee intake should be short and sweet, lest they wind up feeling like a meal. And you can’t have that when all the street food is waiting for you outside every cafe.


L'Usine---MenuMy first stop was the obligatory L’Usine.  All because of a certain Melbourne-based stylista (you know who you are).  I’ve been waiting to come here for years (well, two), and it met all expectations.  Like all cafes in emerging Asia, it’s a great respite from the crazy heat and the one billion motorbikes waiting outside. L’Usine’s Le Loi location is situated just next to Benh Thanh Market and is a perfect place to gather oneself after a bunch of souvenir shopping, or alternatively, to while away a morning with the laptop while bathed in perfect light.  Plus, they’ve got even more shopping downstairs.

Always bathed in light at L'Usine.

Always bathed in light at L’Usine.

Coffee-Tour---The-WorkshopPractically around the corner from L’Usine and up the kind of staircase that hip personified lives in, is the Workshop.  I would say this is where the serious coffee people go.  Aeropress, Japanese drip, single source, all the key words are there.  They probably have delicious food too.  But all I could focus on was the second espresso I had within two hours, and the amazing design of the space. The shared farmer’s tables, gorgeous light (can you sense a theme going?), and very sensibly placed electrical outlets make spending a morning (or more) here even easier.


La-RotondeLa Rotonde is just five minutes away from the Workshop and yet another place with massive windows. I just can’t get over places that favour natural light.  Coffee is a simple pleasure here. Well cushioned seating made the slowly dripping coffee easier to wait for.  And it gave more time to fall for all of the the historical accents housed under the cafe’s arched ceilings.



A must go in Saigon for all design loving folk is 3A Station. But once you get there after a ten minute walk under 40°C heat, you’ll need some time to recalibrate.  Kujuz provides all of this behind its wall of window shutters.  Under the guise of a canteen, they serve delicious and simple Vietnamese cuisine and local coffee, and they’ll even let you bring in cupcakes from neighbouring Pacey’s. Basically, if you’re planning a couple of hours of shopping some of Saigon’s coolest designers, get your caffeine and your sugar here first.


Cupcakes from Pacey, light diffused by Kujuz’s collage of window dressings.


I drank a lot of coffee on this trip. And it was all delicious and well worth the shakes. Saigon can get a bad rap for being a ball of intensity.  But in reality, it’s not the fast paced, unstoppable throng of motorbikes that I experienced upon first inspection just seven years ago.  And having all of this delicious specialty coffee housed in design savvy homes was only the tip of everything I had to learn about this place.

Oh, and here’s a map!

Come back next week to see everything I ate and bought in Saigon!

All photos by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission for use.



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T / at the speed of light in Bangkok

Bangkok-HeaderAsian mega-cities. Oh man.  Imposing and intimidating they can be no matter where you are on the continent. But after spending a month in rainy, still emerging Yangon, my heart slowed to a more comfortable pace when the scape of a thumping populous city, home to over 6 million, came into view.  And then my taxi driver informed me that there had been another bombing.

Nonetheless, I was still determined to make up for lost time, and I wasn’t going to let acts of terrorism get in the way of that.  But I would have to be wary and listen to the advice of others.  I hadn’t visited Bangkok for over 18 months, and I was doing it with new eyes. This trip was no longer limited to 72 hours, nor was it constrained to the tiniest of budgets that would have relegated a much younger me to the famous Khaosan Road backpacker bubble or other more tourist-ridden areas.  23 year old Tiff was going to be high-fiving 30 year old Tiff big time.

And for the whirlwind of a day that I spent with my pal Jane, it never felt like it.  Both of us were taking a breather in the big city.  Catching up, spinning wheels and looms of ideas.  Jane’s spent more time in Bangkok than I have and she was super keen to show me to her favourite haunts while discovering new ones with me.  With the bounty of very efficient public transportation at our feet, I was so incredibly thankful (after hours spent in traffic in Yangon) to go hard and fast.  I wanted to share some favourite new bits of the city I discovered on this trip, adding more proof that Bangkok is one of the hippest cities this side of the Pacific.


Bangkok---Live-in-AriBesides hang out with these cool kids, the first thing I did in Bangkok was to get settled.  And where else than the emerging, hipper than thou neighbhourhood of Ari?  Recommended by nearly everyone in Yangon (who know their Bangkok well after more than a few visa runs), I found a perfect homey little AirBnb hosted by foodies Sara and Alex.  Upon arrival, they swept me off on a little food tour of the very walkable neighbourhood.  I loved staying here and if I ever relocated to Bangkok, I would definitely want to call Ari home.  Start with very good coffee at Porcupine (among others). Or have an espresso with some high quality bicycles at tokyobike.  Spend all of your money at Vick’s Weekend. Grab an apertif and perhaps even a delicious Thai seafood dinner at Summer Street. Finish off the evening with whimsy and delicious cakes at Puritan, or maybe an artisanal hot dog on a charcoal bun, right on the street.  Ari I heart you.

Start the day off fresh with a workout at CrossfitAri and then follow it up with some coffee at Porcupine Cafe, around the corner.

Start the day like you mean it with a workout at CrossfitAri and then follow it up with some coffee at Porcupine Cafe, around the corner.

Spend the afternoon admiring quality cycles at tokyobike

Spend the afternoon admiring quality cycles at tokyobike


Bangkok---Work-with-OthersAs a hyphenate, there’s always some work to be done and Jane had the perfect place to do it.  The Thailand Creative & Design Centre’s library sits on the top floor of the Emporium Shopping Complex at Phrom Phong BTS stop.  It’s a bit of a maze through the food stands to get to it, but when you do, it totally pays off.  Your first visit is free of charge (so long as you bring your passport), with free wi-fi and design resources up the wazoo included.  Your neighbour could be one of these guys. Plus respect for the quiety, plenty of desks and power outlets. It made the productivity side of my heart very happy.


Bangkok---Eat-SlowBefore you head into your work-related headspace, consider having some slow coffee and an indulgent ode to the eggs Benedict at Roast just below the TCDC.  Do it with a very good friend you haven’t seen in a while, and share stories and plan future travel together while that frozen cube of espresso makes friends with milk.


The tenderest roasted chicken (left) and spiciest duck curry (right) at Neverending Summer.

And invite others to join you for an even more generous dinner at Neverending Summer on the other side of the Chao Phraya river.  While contemplating dining options, Jane jumped at the chance to introduce me to this family run, Thai resto housed in part of an old jam factory complex refurbished into an epicentre of design and food in the Klong San neighbourhood. We were greeted by the matriarch of the establishment and thus began a night of slow food, with each dish deserving a good amount of time to ruminate over, be amazed by, (and on my part – photograph).  I’m still dreaming about that chicken.


All photos by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission for use. We are not liable for expenses incurred for sudden relocations to Bangkok.



T / beyond the pagoda in yangon


The view from the epic obelisk in Maha Bandula Park, with the High Court looming in the background.

This could also have been more aptly titled as 28 days in Yangon (the duration which a tourist visa lasts).  But I wanted to stick with what I wanted to show about this post – the city once named Rangoon beyond its white elephant: Shwedagon Pagoda. So in the fewest of words (and mostly verbs) and mostly images, I wanted to share with you the best that the city has to offer outside of those main tourist bits.


Yangon - EAT

Right: Start your day right with a bowl of mohinga, and follow it up with chicken and waffles for dinner at Port Autonomy.

The high and the low. The Indian, the Shan and the Myanmar. The street and the city down. This city has it all.  Much of it is hidden, but whether you are looking for a pop-up turned brick and mortar from a bunch of international upstart hipsters to the best local breakfast in the city, there is only one rule: go by the numbers. A packed stall or resto means business. Plus tummy troubles will hopefully be avoided.

Yangon - EAT---roti

The freshest roti on Bo Yarn Nyunt Street for 250 kyat a piece.

Yangon Eat Bien Mont

The best savoury pancakes are next to the freshest rotis. These wheel cakes are best fresh and dipped in crushed peanuts right out of the frier.



This will happen. You cannot avoid it. That is all.


TREASURE-HUNTMy pal Dustin was looking for a gramaphone. I also couldn’t say no to the invitation to go antiquing in Yangon.  Across the country lay treasures waiting to be discovered.  Whether they are vestiges of the colonial era and the trading that happened between colonies, or native artifacts which would be preferrred to kept in-country (or brought back in the case of Jojo and Jerome), there is so much to discover.  Treasure-Hunt-Grid

LONGYIThere is something to be said about the Westerner wearing the local garment. But judgers beware, the longyi is the best thing since sweat pants. From the moment I landed, I knew I could adopt this look.  And on men? Even better.



Just another night out at Hummingbird.

The city is filled with secret watering holes. From The Blind Tiger to Hummingbird and Gekko – they range in price and some would say quality. But one thing is certain: they definitely all adhere to a post-colonial, classic frame of mind.  Great conversations at the bar are a must.

All photos by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission for use.