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Monday, 31 August 2015

Inle Lake, Myanmar - Page 5

Written by Richard Taylor
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It was in fact a pond, called Thazi.  Except for the light road traffic, it was a fairly deserted stretch, a few people fishing and working the fields.  I did find a small gaggle of tourists visiting the Shwe Yaungwe Kyaung, a handsome wood monastery for novice monks, several of whom were slouched by the windows, gazing back at us in a bored way.


After leaving the monastery I cycled past a young boy who was shouting at the top branches of a lofty tree.  There was motion up there, two or three of the boy’s companions sending down nuts in a clatter.  I stopped and watched and held my breath.  They had to be fifty feet up.  One of the nuts hit me in the chest and the boys laughed.  They descended.  They descended quite easily.  I hadn’t noticed the heavy bundle of bamboo stalks, rising from the ground to the big tree’s main fork, which the boys used for a ladder.  This was a regular thing then, this hair-raising bit of business.


As I cycled back to Nuang Shwe, as the buses and taxi trucks passed me, a gleaming sports car would occasionally join them, filled with beautiful people.  These I realized, were the vintage racers, buffed and polished, European museum pieces on their way to glory.  I revised the mental file. One could see most anything here:  Golden temples, lakes of fire, floating tomato gardens, Long Necks and dancing fishermen.  Had the locals boasted of purple zebras and carnivorous seaweed, I would no longer dismiss it out of hand.  At Inle Lake, it could just be possible.



(c)Richard Taylor

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