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Laughs and landscapes, sunrises and smiles
My favourite area in Myanmar, Bagan, is the most famous area for the more than 2000 old churches that puncture the Crimson Sands. At the first sanctuary we went to in Bagan, a lady came and let us into the door.
When we had walked through the arena, we stood still to look at the work of arts that the lady had placed at our feet. 2. You' ll find arts and crafts men all over Bagan in the bigger churches that are sellin' works of arts, but here this lady and her wife and daughter are sellin' arts they make in this one. Several smaller churches have given the keys to a native familiy who are responsible for maintenance and visits.
As they have a keys to the sanctuary to let humans in, they can also offer their family's artwork only. Although the Ubein is a great attraction for Myanmar residents and travellers, it was a reassuring place to observe one of the most amazing sunsets I have ever seen.
The most pictures I see from the Ubeinbrücke are of the footbridge and the stilt at dawn with friars in the far away, but I wanted to show a different view. One Myanmar lady is standing in the gleaming sea and reflects the last few minutes of the golden moment, while another emigrates more deeply to pull fishermen's gear through the dam.
As our procession clicked from Mandalay and scurried through the hills on the centuries-old road to Hsipaw, the mists of the mornings lifted as Myanmar's humans and travellers walked out the sky to see the gloomy dawn that receded through the valleys. We were able to seat with open doors one of the only time during the trip to Hsipaw, because the waterproofing was celebrated and tubes were blown into the rail.
A favourite point of my journey through Myanmar was the two-day hike through Myanmar's Sahan state and plantation of tar. Because of many factors it was a favourite; the natives we I, eating refreshing Shan-style food, and studying the civilization and ancestry. Throughout the small hill towns of the Shaan and Paulang regions we met local people and peasants and even rebels, and no matter who it was, even when they rang their bell or held a weapon, they always smiles at us and shouted: "Mangalaba!
A little outside a town Myanmar gave us another little bit of luck and another little one when we came across an eagleow. but something on the mound struck me. During the two days hike from Hsipaw to the Shan Mountains through arable land and staggered orchards, and although it was a drought and nothing was cultivated, I had never seen a staggered orchard before and it still kept me in my footsteps.
One Myanmar lady paused and glanced up as our hiking group walked through the vast cornfields and laughed, and although she was occupied, she was kind enough to let me take a picture. Eventually, when we arrived at the town where we stayed high up in the mountains, this young friar was the first to enter.
Young Myanmarchians are required to become monks for a brief period of their lives, and some remain longer when their families fight to help them, or for better educational opportunities, or for their own choices when they do. The small towns we crossed on the walk had little ones running around trying to capture dragonflies around which they swarmed or pretended to be flying them.
When I pulled over to take a picture, the self-proclaimed Queen of Children made a silly face. I used to see them and a troop of young women walking around the town, making sure the other boys knew they were the season's top-honchoes.
Myanmar boy and his dad are sitting at a fishing pond. Then they looked up as we came by, and then they went back to the mussel sea and waited patiently. When I say insurrection, I mean overly sweet. They were both on a wall that climbs around when I came over, and we were stopping to take a picture with Mohican guy and the boy with a DC hat as I'm from DC.
Much of my favourite Myanmar memory was of humans, and much of it was the different children we encountered on the road, who all had their own personalities. On his way up, he led a small flock through the town, called out to the other children and carried a huge machete with him.
A first impression of Myanmar and the most remarkable one that showed the true features of the Myanmar tribe was this man, Johannes the woodcarving schoolteacher. The name Mon Mon Mon, or John for the British name he used, was an accidental encounter that rescued the beginning of our journey. When Thingyan ( "Myanmar Island Waters Festival") started, all transports were arranged.
In the blazing hot weather, he accompanied us to the railway terminal at an unfamiliar ticketing counter, which help us to get seats for three stages of our journey, and even said that we should not stay in a hotel with them because they were too much. Thanks to the friendliness of a native from Myanmar, we were able to experience an astonishing experience that might not have been possible if we hadn't met him.
Myanmar is a unique place again and I am hoping to visit it again, but I still have a lot to do and I have a lot to recollect as I sort through pictures and video, so there will be more Myanmar. What was your favourite photo of Myanmar? MORE OF MYANMAR: