I truly miss the the genuinely friendly and warm people in Burma. I could just close my eyes now and for each place named, faces would roll in and out in my head like a slow10fps animation. But that was too much to write each and everything in details, I would rather keep it to myself and my travel buddy. And be a tinsy bit content that I finally get to draw something during this trip.
Hti - The tantric bells on top of almost every stupa. |
We met a monk here who was kind enough to invite us inside his meditation abode. Inside its root was hand-woven rattan with beautiful pattern. |
Some random temples at Bagan at sun set. I sat down as the dusk approached from afar, casting sad warm light on every millimetre of sandstone. So splendid were these shades that I failed to capture. |
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