10 days in Chiang Mai

We leave Mae Sot on the 11th November having spent a day lazing at our cheap but very comfortable $20 a night motel. Over the last 36 hours, we have gradually said goodbye to the whole group as each one or two go their separate ways. We get our clothes washed, clean the very muddy bikes and do some basic maintenance. Streak is not well so we decide to take the easy road to Chiang Mai. We had originally intended doing the journey in 2 days but the road is so good, we are only 150kms out Chiang Mai at one point when we keep going so that we can take Streak to BMW as soon as possible. I check online whether the guesthouse I had selected for the next few nights is available tonight and quickly book an extra night.

We get to our guesthouse, Liam’s Suan Dok Mai and feel like we have arrived a friends’ home. It is a little oasis of lush gardens, friendly open air restaurant and the hosts are very welcoming. The room we get is beautiful. It will be nice to relax and recharge here for a few days.

Liam's Suan Dok Mai guesthouse, Chiang Mai

Liam’s Suan Dok Mai guesthouse, Chiang Mai

Outdoor restaurant at Liam's Suan Dok Mai guesthouse, Chiang Mai

Outdoor restaurant at Liam’s Suan Dok Mai guesthouse, Chiang Mai


So we have been here since the 11th November. We quickly and easily settle into a relaxed mode. Everything here is so easy and civilized. Everything works!! No power cuts. No cold showers. No noisy generators. No smelly bathrooms. No noisy hooting cars. No potholes in the streets. The internet and our 3G sim card work. The guesthouse owners speak excellent English (they are Dutch and Belgian). They understand our needs and how they can help us get what we need. In fact they are incredible helpful. One morning he gives us about 10 sheets of paper he has printed off for us with motorcycle diagrams and part numbers. The guesthouse also has a pool and a restaurant. Not far by tuk-tuk (3 wheeled motorcycle taxi) is a huge shopping centre where we went and got our first 4D experience movie! The seats move in all directions, there a puffs of air coming from your seat and can even get splashed. Lucky I noticed the ‘water on’ sign on our arm rests before the shorts started!! We sort our bags and ship a box of paperwork home. We feel like taking a leisurely pace and making the most of this comfortable guesthouse on the outskirts of Chiang Mai.

BMW were slow at identifying the problem. When we returned 2 days later and I rode Streak again, I felt no difference. What have they done and why can’t feel it is still not right I wonder?! Because, although the mechanic knew we had travelled from the UK, I explained the problem, how Streak died on me on a hairpin bends or ‘coughs’ when I open the throttle when overtaking or changing gear, he couldn’t feel the problem because, in his own words ‘I thought you are a lady so I ride it slowly and open the throttle slowly’. Seriously?!…. Only when I ask him to ride it again himself and open the throttle does he understand. Problem identified by swapping some parts and now the replacement part is on its way to Chiang Mai.

In the meantime, Anthony goes with Micheal, whom we met in Myanmar, to meet his fix-anything mechanic to see what he can do with my smashed brake fluid reservoir, while I go to the dentist.

As of 17th November, the part has not arrived yet, Streak is getting a makeover with a new reservoir casing being made and some highway pegs fitted, we haven’t organised vehicle insurance yet, we haven’t found out about the roads in Laos so haven’t got our route planned at all, will we even have time for Laos now? Anthony is having his second visit to get a new inlay after he cracked his tooth in Iran, so we are here for another couple of days. Time then for a massage, catch up with Ian from our Myanmar group and another dinner with Micheal and his wife Atsuko. We also have to work on our next bike shipment before we get to Kuala Lumpur. We are now wondering whether we shouldn’t find a friendly place to park the bikes for a month and fly back to KL on our way to South America and organise the shipment then.

Atsuko and Micheal, Chiang Mai

Atsuko and Micheal, Chiang Mai


As we had to enter Thailand on the same passport as we left Myanmar on, that is our Australian one, we only got a 15 day visa. We will have to dash to Laos when we leave Chiang Mai – which route shall we take though??

20th November

Streak is all fixed up!!!!! Nung has done such a brilliant job – I am very happy. He built a metal plate to fit my broken number plate on. It is a work of art – the way he filed and smoothed the steel plate around the original fancy curved UK shape. He created a double layer casing for my brake fluid reservoir – one in resin and an extra fiber glass one. And he built then powder coated brackets for some highway pegs I wanted so that I can stretch my arthritic knees occasionally. All that for $100. And the BMW part arrived and fitted – warranty job.

Anne's loan bike while Nung works on her bike

Anne’s loan bike while Nung works on her bike

Nung loves selfies!

Nung loves selfies!

Nung, mechanic extraordinaire, powder-coating Anne's new highway pegs

Nung, mechanic extraordinaire, powder-coating Anne’s new highway pegs


Anne's new highway pegs

Anne’s new highway pegs

Anne's rebuilt brake fluid reservoir thanks to Nung's brilliance

Anne’s rebuilt brake fluid reservoir thanks to Nung’s brilliance


So we are good to go but we have decided to give ourselves a day to repack and prepare ourselves for our Laos leg. Time for final hand washing, a hair trim, drink with David and other Aussie bike riders and one final dinner and wonderful evening with Micheal, his wife Atsuko and daughter Kara. I wish we had more time …

Reflections on Chiang Mai

We have simply lived for the past 10 days here and have not done one single touristy activity, much to the surprise of other guests we get to meet over our stay.

What has struck us is how easy and cheap everything is here. As I mentioned earlier, everything works. The roads are in great condition. There are large supermarkets and shopping centres and still many small markets all over and tiny stalls selling all sorts of goods and food stalls. It feels like a wonderful mixture of ‘western’ 1st world and 3rd world. We still sense the tolerant nature of people which had struck us 28 years ago.

The drivers and motorcycle riders mostly follow road rules. Driving is easy. There is very very little hooting and there is, in the city at least, good anticipation and tolerance of what drivers are about to do. They never look or stop before pullingnout, but everyone expects and anticipates that, so it all works and flows nicely. Sadly, there are the odd impatient and crazy drivers and a lot of drink driving making Thailand one of the most dangerous country in the world for drivers.

As a country, they seem to have adopted many of the clever and useful road markings we’ve seen elsewhere in the world: road lines are different colours on the edge and when separating lanes like in the US – that way you know whether you are on a single way or 2 way road. There are boxes painted at intersections like in the UK so that cars does not block traffic – and drivers respect this rule unlike in Brisbane. There are separate lanes at large intersections for U turns like in the US so you don’t end up waiting at 2 sets of lights. Turn off and turn on lanes on dual carriage ways are separate so you don’t end up with a dangerous short section of road where everyone is cutting in front of others before the extra on/off lane disappears. And the have lovely trimmed bushes and colourful bougainvillias dividing dual carriage ways, like back home in Oz.

You can get good and cheap quality everything here – not just cheap poor quality imports. Spare parts, tools, medication and labour are incredibly cheap. The dentist was a quarter of the price we’d pay in Australia, spare parts 1/10th of the cost. Labour is still incredibly cheap. And good, fresh and healthy food even cheaper, everywhere.

The biggest change we’ve noticed is the number of cars! We used to see few cars, many bicycles and scooters. Now we see mostly cars, many scooters and motorcycles and very few bicycles. Tuk-tuks are still everywhere providing excellent taxi service. So the pace has changed. This makes walking in many places difficult as the streets do not cater for pedestrians.

We meet many people from Australia, America, France even who spend 6 months of the year here and many who came here for 12 months 3, 4, or more years ago! We definitely understand the appeal of living here… We have connected with a few people here, organised a few dinners and drinks out, don’t have enough time left now to accept some invitations and suddenly we feel like we have a circle of friends here.

As we have simply lived while in Chiang Mai, our thoughts of going home come up often, initially for the one month before heading to South America, but then when we eventually get home after our world tour. Maybe this is one of the reasons we have felt quite drained and lethargic here. So many thoughts… So many questions… What will it be like for us going home, how will we find it, how will we fill our days, will we be content again at home, what about our friends, will there be the same connection between us, will we find we have become irrelevant to their lives, will we still enjoy living in Manly or will we seek a smaller community where people connect more, will we try and organise house swaps while we continue our trip, will we manage to cull all our surplus ‘stuff’ once home as we have promised ourselves, how will we eventually settle into retirement – and what odd jobs will we be doing to replenish our coffers and enable us to keep returning to visit family in Europe. Will we reconnect with our bikes in Santiago and ride up the west coast of South America or Sao Paulo and find ourselves a boat to ride the Amazon? So many questions… But what we do know is that we are looking forward to being home for a while and catching up with friends.

People here keep asking what our route is from here. We have no idea. We really have none. And I love that. I do know that I do not fancy challenging dirt roads for a while though!! So we will opt for small but tarred roads, taking us through quiet villages so that we can enjoy Thai, then Laos village life. First we will head towards a place called Nan!!

Suite au prochain numéro…

– Anne

Myanmar – other perspectives

Travelling through Myanmar with a group, there are different perspectives on what is seen and understood. I thought that you may be interested in seeing other group members’ blogs and how each interpreted and portrayed their journeys, especially across Myanmar. There are a couple of great videos to watch. Enjoy.

Dan. http://www.danskeates.com

Garth. http://www.garthsafrica.blogspot.com

Kristján. http://www.slidingthrough.com

Max. http://www.awesomemiles.com

Rolf & Jochen. http://www.thisworldahead.com

– Anthony

My 60th birthday

Today is my birthday, wow 60 years old, how did I get here, where did the time go? The answer is having an amazing journey with Anne over the last 40 years. My day starts with a kiss and bag of goodies from Anne, great. I have a card and pages and pages of messages from family and friends. Sixty in all, somebody up there keeps count, a big thank you to all of you who sent me a message via Anne.

This is a calendar milestone for me as I have conveniently divided my life into three sections, up to 30, 30 to 60, and the next third third which is about to commence. I did try quarters but 120 is probably pushing it a bit. So while I feel no different from the day before, both Anne and I have contemplated the future as our full time careers have likely drawn to a close and we will need to decide at the end of this trip, what path or paths out future may hold. We are very lucky to be able to take such a trip. Anyway enough of the philosophy for now and back to the road for our ride to Golden Rock.

We depart early to collect a couple of the riders’ motorcycles from the police station, again a somewhat disorganised event – we will be glad to leave our guide behind after tomorrow. Then we are off, only 140km to cover today, to the Kyaiktiyo Pagoda (also known as Golden Rock).

On our way to Kyaikto, Myanmar

On our way to Kyaikto, Myanmar


We arrive at our accommodation at lunchtime and we decide a shower is in order after the ride. With all the protective gear that we wear, hot and humid weather requires a change of clothes after the ride. While Anne is in the shower, a knock on the door. The hotel staff have been given a cake by Anne to put some icing and candles on, but unfortunately the length of time this has been in Anne’s panniers, it has grown its own icing coating! In the bin, such a pity for a great surprise. Anne always has a second plan, so strips of melted Kit-Kat with six candles greet me at dinner, and yes I was able to blow them all out in one blow.

The rest of the group has clubbed together to get me a birthday present and have had a zippo lighter engraved with ‘strength and courage’ in Burmese. A very nice and thoughtful gift that I will cherish as a reminder of the group we have travelled with. A great birthday lunch.

Our fantastic accommodation at Kyaikto, Myanmar

Our fantastic accommodation at Kyaikto, Myanmar


Anthony's 60th birthday 'cake' in Kyaikto, Myanmar

Anthony’s 60th birthday ‘cake’ in Kyaikto, Myanmar

Anthony's 60th birthday present from our Myanmar group

Anthony’s 60th birthday present from our Myanmar group

Kyaiktiyo Pagoda is the third most important Buddhist pilgrimage site in Myanmar situated in Mon State to the east of Yangon. This pagoda was constructed on the top of a granite boulder, which Buddhists have, and continue to, paste on gold leaves. According to legend, and Wikipedia who provided this information, the Golden Rock itself is precariously perched on a strand of the Buddha’s hair. The balancing rock seems to defy gravity, as it perpetually appears to be on the verge of rolling down the hill. The rock and the pagoda are at the top of Mt. Kyaiktiyo.

Travel to the top is by truck only, no personnel vehicles allowed, although a few of our group would love to have a go at the road on their motorbikes. We are not among them. The level of development at the peak surprises me, however while some is related to foreign tourists, the majority of shops, stalls and guest houses are for the Buddhist pilgrims who come to pray and make offerings. Whole families, groups of friends and individuals have all made the journey and spend time at this scenic high point of over 1,100 meters, considering that we probably started only a couple of hundred meters above sea level the climb was impressive . Clouds swirl around and below us and after a few photographs the cloud envelops the Golden Rock changing the feel of this site.

About to head up the mountain to see Golden Rock - what don't we know?!

About to head up the mountain to see Golden Rock – what don’t we know?!

On Anthony's 60th birthday at Golden Rock, Myanmar

On Anthony’s 60th birthday at Golden Rock, Myanmar

On our return, Floris bypassed the primary fuel filter to see if that was the problem on Anne’s motorbike but to no avail. The problem appears to be either the fuel pump or the flow controller. We will see if we can limp to Chiang Mai and get the BMW Motorrad dealer to solve what what appears to be a warranty issue.

Floris helping us with Anne's fuel pump

Floris helping us with Anne’s fuel pump

Bike maintenance finished, time for a birthday boy beer at Kyaikto, Myanmar

Bike maintenance finished, time for a birthday boy beer at Kyaikto, Myanmar


My 60th birthday has been a memorable day in many respects.

Our journey will end on the Thai border at Mae Sot on the other side of the river from Myawaddy. Traffic is only allowed in one direction on alternate days on the last section, due to the terrain and narrowness of the road. We are also expecting rain which would make the road more interesting. Anne is looking at the last day with trepidation, a view of Google Maps has shown that the last section over the mountains will be a series of switchbacks and the road is in poor condition. Anne has had an issue with hairpins to the right of late, remembers the photos a German couple we met showed us of the road and a recent intermittent power loss when changing gears has heightened her concern.

Hpa-An valley, Myanmar

Hpa-An valley, Myanmar

Heading east towards Kawkareik, Myanmar

Heading east towards Kawkareik, Myanmar

Heading east towards Kawkareik, Myanmar

Heading east towards Kawkareik, Myanmar

50kms west of Kawkareik, Myanmar

50kms west of Kawkareik, Myanmar

Last stop before Kawkareik, Myanmar

Last stop before Kawkareik, Myanmar

50kms out of Kawkareik, Myanmar

50kms out of Kawkareik, Myanmar


Our last meal in Myanmar at Kawkareik

Our last meal in Myanmar at Kawkareik


The road is as challenging as we expected, with poor surfaces, wet rocks and very slow trucks with few possibilities to overtake. When a large truck blocks a hairpin bend doing multiple manoeuvres to get itself around and forcing traffic to the inside of the steep rocky slippery bend, it pushes Anne almost to breaking point, with the appealing thought of putting the bike on that truck foremost in her mind as she struggled on that bend. But NO!, the unbreakable bamboo in Anne springs back and she soldiers on, slowly at first, but later cutting inside a truck on a bend and passing… Great riding. Dave is bringing up the rear and has said to Anne, “no pressure, take your time” – words of reassurance that help. There has been great support from the Dave on the rougher sections.
Between Kawkareik and Myawaddy, Myanmar

Between Kawkareik and Myawaddy, Myanmar


The road between Kawkareik and Myawaddy, Myanmar

The road between Kawkareik and Myawaddy, Myanmar

Tar again!  We've made it to the bottom of the mountain road to Myawaddy!

Tar again! We’ve made it to the bottom of the mountain road to Myawaddy!

That's a serious radiator feed!  Myanmar

That’s a serious radiator feed! Myanmar

We descend behind trucks, slowly and then we are down! Smooth sweeping roads greet us, what a change and confirms that this is my favourite surface. So much for being an adventure rider! With our guide vehicle ahead we sweep to the border, quickly complete the Myanmar exit formalities, say goodbye to our guide, we wish him well for the future, but it would be hypocritical to thank him as he did not function as a guide, leaving us frustrated from time to time. He needs to be provided significant training or find another career.

Goodbye beautiful people of Myanmar, the border is 5' away from here

Goodbye beautiful people of Myanmar, the border is 5′ away from here

Ha ha, you me the world look normal until I see photos and people look tiny! (Said Dave on seeing this photo of him taken with Myanmar border officials)

Ha ha, you me the world look normal until I see photos and people look tiny! (Said Dave on seeing this photo of him taken with Myanmar border officials)

Our last day in Myanmar and time for reflection on the country and the journey. We have enjoyed the people and country immensely, even at the pace we had to travel through the country. We would like to have spent time in remote places, but the schedule did not allow for that. We had checked with the tour organiser in Yangon to see if we could stay longer, but because of the paperwork lodged with the government this was not possible. We have this on the list of places we would want to visit again.

Thailand border crossing details will be documented in Visas and Crossings, needless to say it takes a couple of hours to complete all the appropriate paperwork and we are on our way to a quiet guest house following GPS coordinates that turn out to be incorrect. GPS is a fantastic tool, but only as good as the information placed in it. Still, arrived an hour or so later to a cold beer and good night’s sleep. We are in Thailand.

Our hotel $20 room in Mae Sot on the Thai border

Our hotel $20 room in Mae Sot on the Thai border


– Anthony

Myanmar capitals – from the new to the old

Naypyitaw, 6th November. We start the day with yet another frustrating conversation with our guide. His stories, which he usually announces to a couple of people only, never to the whole group despite our repeated requests to speak to the whole group, change as he speaks, and within 5 minutes, we go from having to meet at a check point in 50kms and him needing to give some letters of authorisation, to him going ahead and doing all the paperwork for us, to now suddenly not needing to provide any letters at all. ?!?! Next, motorcycles aren’t allowed on the super highway to Yangon. And finally, we are to meet outside Yangon where we have to leave the bikes and travel to the hotel by bus as we are not allowed to ride the bikes to the hotel.

Some bikes have already gone ahead and we wonder whether they have been turned back. We have 380kms to cover today, we know it is going to rain and the idea of riding through endless villages and covering that distance (or more) when we know we usually average 30-40kms/hour means we would be in for an extremely long day. In the end, we all decide to take a chance and go down the super highway – a beautiful, smooth and deserted 2 lane each way highway, with concrete posts indicating our distance to Yangon every furlong!!!

The Super Highway from Naypyitaw to Yangon

The Super Highway from Naypyitaw to Yangon

It is not long before the heavens open up again and we feel the cooling of the toes as the water sloshes in our boots. Lovely! We pull over at the only food stop along this highway – the only 2 stalls providing some shelter both sell identical snacks: packets of chips and steamed eggs. Pity they don’t sell different items. They might both get more business… We ride on, do a couple of “U’ies” to refuel, go through a few more toll gates – bikes always either go around the edge or get waved through which is the case here. No problems. Then, at the final toll gate, at end of the super highway, on the city outskirts, we are greeted by a couple of whistles and cops frantically waiving at us. There’s no politely smiling and waiving and driving by here. We are told to pull over, stop and that we will be escorted to our hotel but we must first wait for the 4 riders (smokers always need more stops than us) behind us. The senior policeman explains that motorcycles are illegal on this motorway. Oops… Maybe our guide was correct here… Eventually, we spot our pilot car and our frustrating guide – although he must be frustrated at us too now!!! We are only 10′ from our hotel he tells us and the others are not far behind (how does he know that?!). After a while, as it is still raining, we find refuge in an unused toll booth. After an hour, my lips have now turned blue I am so cold. We have no idea why the others have not arrived yet. I then decide that if we are only 10′ from the hotel, why can’t we be guided to our hotel and our guide returns for the others. At most they’d wait 20′ for us if they arrived just as we left. It takes some convincing, Anthony points out my purple lips but he eventually agrees.

In our toll gate booth.  My lips aren't blue yet but my fingers are, thanks to my wet gloves!

In our toll gate booth. My lips aren’t blue yet but my fingers are, thanks to my wet gloves!


25′ later (not 10) we arrive at our hotel. For some reason, our guide checks into the hotel and gets himself some lunch. What about the others?!?! The pilot went back alone we presume. We find out one of the bikes had broken down and when they eventually arrive at the toll gate, 2 hours after we left, the policeman is not at all happy with them, with us all in fact, and decides the 4 bikes will have to be taken and left at the police station.

The next day we are introduced to our new guide for the day – Albert is taking us to see some of Yangon’s sights. This young man of 21 is fantastic. He speaks very good English, is very well educated and knowledgeable and is even good at “herding cats”!!! That’s what our group has been like, “as difficult as herding cats” – imagine 11 bikers, used to travelling alone, or at most 2, having travelled thousands of kms successfully and suddenly having to be ready by a certain time and ride following a pilot car.

Albert was far more interesting than the sights he took us too. He was happy to answer any question we had: he explained that Myanmar had come a long way in the last few years and he was now free to say what he wanted about the government without fear. He talked about the upcoming elections next year. The constitution of 1998 states that any citizen who is married to a foreigner is not allowed to be president and in 2008 it was changed barring anyone from the presidency who is widow(er) and parent of foreigners. Aung San Suu Kyi is therefore unlikely to be able to stand for presidency because her husband was a foreigner… It felt strange to drive past the lake I had seen so often on the news, where her house in which was placed on house-arrest for 15 years was located, and the place so many protests took place… Immigrants, which make up 10% of Myanmar’s population are never allowed to vote nor are their kids. Only those who can prove their descendants back to 1835 can have the pink ID card which allows them to vote. 2-3% of Myanmar’s budget is spent on education and health and 45% on military. Myanmar had 1 million visitors in 2012, 2 million in 2013. I hope Myanmar is able to cope with such rapid growth…

Reflecting on this reminds that we have not commented how how sweet, friendly, courteous, happy, smiling the people of Myanmar have been everywhere we went. Myanmar feels content, in spite of the controlling government. The driving especially is such a dream: every single car or truck always indicated to let us know whether it was safe or not to overtake. First of course, you have to understand whether indicating to the left (they drive on the right) means “ok to overtake” or “not ok”.!!! Once you have established that, you don’t blindly overtake of course, but it gives you a good indication – and they were never wrong in the whole time we were in Myanmar. And traffic coming towards us would do the same for the vehicles behind them. Hooting is Myanmar is very rare. Most people here don’t speak any English, yet we are able to communicate. And building a rapport with people is easy here. We are absolutely loving Myanmar 🙂

Back to Yangon. We visited the reclining Buddha, 65 metres long and 16 metres high. Next, Kalaywa Tawya scriptural learning centre and monastic education school, a holy learning centre on 17 acres of land, where we witnessed the monks arriving with their food offerings, queuing to enter their dining room and then pray before tucking into their lunch. It felt very intrusive to be there watching them pray and taking photos…. Next stop a nunnery school. Again, it felt wrong to be taking photos although I did enjoy the serene feeling of the place, watching a lone monk reciting and learning.

Reclining Buddha, Yangon

Reclining Buddha, Yangon

Monks queueing for lunch, Yangon

Monks queueing for lunch, Yangon

Younk monk, Yangon

Younk monk, Yangon


Nunnery school, Yangon

Nunnery school, Yangon

Brilliant idea spotted at a market in Yangon, Myanmar

Brilliant idea spotted at a market in Yangon, Myanmar


Shwedagon Pagoda, originally built by king Oklalapa in 600BC to enshrine eight strands of hair from Goutama Buddha and was maintained by subsequent kings to the 14th century. In 1453, when Queen Shin Saw Pu ascended to the throne, she had the pagoda raised to 302 feet. When she turned 64, she had 64 pagodas built at the base of the Shwedagon pagoda and also had her own weight in gold (25 viss or 41kgs) beaten out into gold leaf to cover the Shwedagon pagoda. The main pagoda undergoes regilding every 5 years because the gold plates become pale over time due to the local weather. This year, pagoda officials forecast to use over 81 kilos of gold and cash of 11.4 million US dollars in gilding the over 320 feet tall pagoda. Donors contribute in cash or gold – each plate measuring 30x30cm. I found it interesting seeing it under scaffolding and appreciating the enormity of the task of regilding, even if it meant we didn’t get to see it in all its glory.

The pagoda complex is enormous and stunning but what struck me most was seeing the huge crowds of locals, visiting and praying. While it is a major tourist attraction in Yangon, it is still and foremost a place of worship.

Shwedagon Pagoda, Yangon, Myanmar

Shwedagon Pagoda, Yangon, Myanmar


Shwedagon Pagoda, Yangon, Myanmar

Shwedagon Pagoda, Yangon, Myanmar


A very interesting day in Yangon. We all wish we could keep Albert for our last 2 days in Myanmar but he is unsurprisingly fully booked until February. Good for him!!

Tomorrow is the 8th November – that is Anthony’s 60th birthday!!!! Because we have an early start (going via the police station to retrieve the 4 bikes), I ask Anthony if he’d like his birthday cards this evening as the morning will be rushed. I have one traditional paper birthday card, which I carried since we left Australia, from our dear friends Pat and Andy and 59 electronic messages (amazing how it turned out to be exactly 60 in total – I recounted to double check!!!) from family and friends. Anthony will tell you all about his birthday in the next post 🙂

– Anne