Sometimes life throws you a curvball, and you are forced to see life through a different lens. Meeting Erik is one of those curvballs. As we sat for breakfast overlooking the mighty floodplain of the Ayeyarwaddy river from the perch of Lethargone Guest House we quickly decided that this would be our resting place for one day.Some ten years earlier Eric had chosen this very place as his final resting place, the very room we rented was to be his last, and the sunsets and sunrises would count the few remaining days of his life.
