On this trip I’ve seen the coastline of Bali emerge from the blue Pacific and the French twists of Garuda Indonesia flight attendants, who glide down the aisles in native batik, looking like goddesses.

I’ve been jostled and hassled and asked for money more times than I care to count.

It’s been a journey of journeys,  of flights and flights and more flights.

Today’s trip is different, though. I’m Burma bound.