For the first time in 6 years, we took a trip back to New Zealand in winter. For the first time in far too long, we also took a road trip down to a family holiday house in a small village on the shore of Lake Taupo. Being so close to Mt Ruapehu, there was no way we weren't taking a drive to go see it and check our Whakakapapa Ski field.
By complete coincidence, we had booked a short trip to Kathmandu, Nepal which fell over the Holi Festival weekend in March. It was our first Holi festival experience so we dived right in. Madness is how I would describe it, but a well natured, fun, exciting madness. It was fascinating to see how a long lived tradition is still played out in the streets today, all celebrating in the name of good harvest, the arrival of spring/end of winter and a chance to play. I managed to capture a few shots in amongst it all.
To round up our time in Myanmar, and Yangon specifically, we planned to ride the Yangon Circular Train for the full 3hr journey. It would, I hoped, provide a small insight into the daily life of those who lived on the outskirts of Yangon, rather than the inner and downtown bustling neighbourhoods we had so far seen.