Last August I travelled to Myanmar with two of my dearest friends. They came all the way from Portugal to Singapore, where we met, and from Singapore we flew to Bangkok and finally Mandalay.
Before every travel I have this uncontrollable habit of doing extensive amount of research about my destination. It is somehow an obsessive behaviour that can eventually spoil the entire trip. The discovery factor, that sense of exploration and seeing things for the first time, is no longer there and as a consequence the trip becomes a fact-check rather than a sensorial journey. And still, I often do it. But not this time.