Common ancestory. Uncommon variety.

India rocks some great facial hair, and the Sikhs are some of the best proponents. This gent is a guardian at the gurdwara Harmandir Sahib (Golden Temple) in Amritsar.

I wanted a pic of mama selling plants by the roadside, but I go this instead. Kinda works. Bohol, Philippines.

Not sure if they are street kids, or just hanging out while their parents work the busy Carbon Market in Cebu City, Philippines, but they were a pretty friendly bunch, like the others in the area.

It's all about the 'gram for these selfie-obsessed Chinese tourists at Santo Niño Basilica, Cebu, arguably the most important Catholic church in the Philippines.

I spent far too much time at mechanics in Burma, trying to keep a 1964 BSA going. These kids and that lovely old car were where I left it, in Bagan.

Burma's kings sent men across the country to bring back the most beautiful women. Chin women responded by tattooing their faces, a tradition now fading away.

In 1997, tourists in Burma were unusual enough. Steping off a 1960s British motorcycle at a random roadside shack for lunch, I surprised a few people.

A young lady wards off the midday sun under a traditional farmer's hat, on the highway heading north in Burma.

First stop heading north from Yangon, is Bago, where these folks are dodging the afternoon heat under a bridge.

Villagers on the west bank of Pathein's Bassein river particpate in a New Years' pole-climbing festival.

One of the less sober villagers at the festival had something very important to tell me, or so he thought.

School kids visiting the historic Arakan kingdom temples in Mrauk U. Burma is one of the few places in South East Asia where tourists are a novelty.

Every town has got one- the wandering, friendly drunk with no English and lots too say. Mrauk U, Burma has this fellow. Harmless.

This monk in a hilltop temple in Rakhine State, Burma, made me decidely uncomfortable. Maybe I made too much of the role of Buddhist extremists in the ethnic cleansing of Rohingya?

Some things are universal. No trip to Burma's magnificent Shwedagon Paya would be complete without a selfie.

Pailin was the final strong hold of the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. These two youngsters lived in a falling down shack on the edge of town.

More victims of that awful war and it's legacy- land mines. I remember these two and just how happy they seemed.

Kids will always find some way to play, when they have no X-boxes, and a farmer's wagon, on the fringe of Phnom Penh.