Before the motorbike, there was the bicycle.
In order to enjoy this mode of transportation one had to rise early in the morning and return by mid-day or your body would most certainly be extracted of all liquids via, I swear, osmosis. One lovely early morning, with fluffy clouds drifting above, three explorers donned our water bottles and cameras, found bicycles with decent brakes and peddled ourselves out into old Myanmar. After five minutes of city-bound peddling, we escaped into the lush green of the paddy-fields and tree-lined roads. It was glorious. The sun’s rays were at a delicious angle making all appear surreal and rather 1950’s.
We peddled for about an hour. Paddy fields, oxen and Braham bulls, water cannals, monks, kids…
The mountains loomed in front of us and the excitement rose, as sure as the sun above us.
We soon reached the old monastery at the base of the mountains. The monks were wonderfully happy, especially when we told them we were from America. Thank you President Obama! (He recently visited Myanmar). They were chanting O-BAMA, O-BAMA with big smiles on their faces.
Soon they had us, de-shoed and climbing the very steep stone steps up to the top. There were many shrines along the way on rock out-croppings.
And really unique Buddhist sculptures…
We reached the top and had a beautiful view into the valley.
There were monkeys everywhere. Macaque-type. A bit mean. But the monks loved them.
The shape of the Pagoda tops changes drastically from one to another. I thought the juxtaposition of gold leaf and wood carving was lovely on this one.
The trip home filled me up again with wonderful images of rural life.
Another great morning out exploring.
I hope your week is full of adventure and lots of good sites.
Gretchen
Looks like my kind of place!
Thanks so much for sharing, Gretchen! Your photos are lovely!
Wonderful. Almost like being there. Great photos. Love, Sandy
Thanks Sandy! It is fun to be here. So much beauty outside the city. I’m having fun exploring. Thanks for reading!