It's funny when you have no idea what you're going to do on a given day; sometimes nothing planned is the best plan of them all. After I left you all the other day I had this notion that I was going to go for a walk. Where? Somewhere .... that's all I knew. So I just started with this vague notion I was going to walk down to the river, even if this "river" place was an alleged 20 minute bike ride away, and I was just on foot. I went this way, I went that way, saw another pagoda/temple (whatever it was) followed a road a long way, saw three more pagodas all lined up, and just took in all the crazy little things that happened alongside the side of the road.
Just simple things. Like people carrying this or that on their heads, motorbikes passing by with people waving when they realized I was just taking random photographs, a cool hanging root tree here and there, more funny trucks going by, and then realizing if you just walked a little more, you could take a picture of the pagoda within a window of a bunch of trees on the photograph's frame. After about a hour and a half, I realized I should just walk back to the hotel-resort were were at. But then something pulled me in to walk down a road I had been on earlier, but a little further, and to the left. Low and behold, THAT is where the Ayeyarwaddy River was, sitting right in front of me. What a place to hang around for awhile. Families were doing laundry in the river, others were swimming, canoes and boats were just sitting there, just ready to be painted onto a canvas with other picturesque things like bridges, trees, and fishing nets. Not to be forgotten, another amazing golden pagoda was up on the hill nearby, giving everyone a majestic view of the riverside. A real good chance just to relax, and let the late afternoon sun past by still without its usual oppressive heat. By 6pm ... and around 3.5 hours later, it was time to head back. Dinner was at an Italian-Burmese restaurant, right beside where we were staying, table on the sand lined street, which was a nice touch. The only snag is, it took about 2 hours to be served, and not much was going on. Too bad ...
Just simple things. Like people carrying this or that on their heads, motorbikes passing by with people waving when they realized I was just taking random photographs, a cool hanging root tree here and there, more funny trucks going by, and then realizing if you just walked a little more, you could take a picture of the pagoda within a window of a bunch of trees on the photograph's frame. After about a hour and a half, I realized I should just walk back to the hotel-resort were were at. But then something pulled me in to walk down a road I had been on earlier, but a little further, and to the left. Low and behold, THAT is where the Ayeyarwaddy River was, sitting right in front of me. What a place to hang around for awhile. Families were doing laundry in the river, others were swimming, canoes and boats were just sitting there, just ready to be painted onto a canvas with other picturesque things like bridges, trees, and fishing nets. Not to be forgotten, another amazing golden pagoda was up on the hill nearby, giving everyone a majestic view of the riverside. A real good chance just to relax, and let the late afternoon sun past by still without its usual oppressive heat. By 6pm ... and around 3.5 hours later, it was time to head back. Dinner was at an Italian-Burmese restaurant, right beside where we were staying, table on the sand lined street, which was a nice touch. The only snag is, it took about 2 hours to be served, and not much was going on. Too bad ...
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