I wish I could have talked to this woman. She has one of the kindest faces I have ever seen.
So full of peace and wisdom. She lives in a home for elders without families in Mingun.
Most things look better when you look at them through something else. It also helps to be a little off-center. Mingun is an hour boat ride across the river from Mandalay. This was taken from inside the partially collapsed entrance to one of the temples, which was half full of trash.
If you’ve known me a while, you probably know that I like to photograph bicycles wherever I am. Here’s one
near my hotel in Mandalay.
Palaung woman from the village of Pakham, outside of Hsipaw.
A young Palaung woman and her child.
…an hour later when I walked back by. School is only compulsory up to age 9 in Myanmar. Parents must pay at all levels. There is no free education except for monks and nuns. English is taught from kindergarten on, but many many people know none.
He used to be a champion kick-boxer, and those tattoos were made with bamboo splinters, not some pansy machine.
I’m posting it because when I zoomed in, I saw this:
Yes, that young monk has a gun, and it is pointed right at me.
Bagan is connected by a web of interlacing roads and paths. It was fun to just go and get lost, never knowing what was around the next bend.
You pretty much know what you are going to find.
Life is not like that, nor should it be. Tomorrow I take a boat to Mandalay.