Myanmar days: the qualms of a geographer in a pariah state.

"You want to diocese the giraffe women?" the solicitor, a Burman, gestur as granting lifting his head off his shoulders. He beckoned to a gravel path, on the other hand I hesitated.

A tradition of the Padaung tribe in mountainous, northeastern Burma dictates that girls coil bights of brass around their neck depressing their collarbones and creating the illusion of an elongated neck Reportedly, the rings can not be remov without great risk of injury and ringed women can not slumber prone, among other discomforts.

"Three dollars," he demanded, like a carnival pedler

To my mind, the 21st hundred has little place for