
Agriculture is the main form of subsistence among the villagers.

One of the hill tribes.

A child from a nearby village, and his mother working at the fields.
The head monk at the monastery where I spent the night during the trek.
After the trek, I took a one-hour boat to Inle Lake.
Fisherman and villagers at sea.
The "jumping cat" monastery, where the cats were lifeless and lazy.
A breathtaking view on my way to the hot springs.
Fellow solo backpackers whom I met at Kalaw, and spent a good amount of time with. Most of the tourists I met in Burma were on long holidays of more than six months.

Mandalay, a dusty and rainy city, where traffic rules are relaxed and people sitting atop vehicles are a common sight.
Monks taking a rest at the peak of Mandalay Hill.

On the ferry to Inwa.
Boy balancing on the railing of the U Bein bridge, in Amurapura.
Lovely girls, whom I ended up giving a brief english lesson to.
A pagoda at Amurapura.
Waiting for the sun to set.
The U Bein Bridge, from a boat.
The journey to Mingun.
A majestic pagoda at Mingun.
The lovely Burmese family who took care of me when I was down with food poisoning on my last day.
Bye Burma, and back to boring Singapore.
1 comment:
AHHHHHHHHHHH so excitingg!! I wanna hear your adventuresss! :)
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