I said Burma because the country is better known under this name for us Westerners. However, since 1989, the junta has renamed Myanmar Pou ... many, the mention of those names that does not mean dictatorship, or maybe they are inherent to Aung San Suu Kyi, the main leader for democracy. House arrest, it has not prevented a Nobel Prize for peace. But here lie incredible natural resources: rubies, diamonds, sapphires, jade and other precious stones but also oil, natural gas, teak, opium ... All this gives some nice bargaining chips to stay in power! Unfortunately the people do not enjoy this wealth.
After these clarifications, Myanmar penetrate with our eyes of travelers. This is the heart a little tight as I write this mail. I'm back and I leave behind me a lot.
The pace is quiet, peaceful. I got left behind take me abandoning any claim to travel all the roads where still more to learn vocabulary. I let myself go on living in the moment, simply. Exchanges often intense testified to the greatness of emotions. Slowly, I am immersed in this culture even though I'm only the beginnings!
People deserve some attention here. They generate a lot of gentleness, serenity and incredibly kind. We often often feel like their guests. Sometimes we're really. In this case, you must put your feet under the table and honor the drink and the food we are offered spontaneously ... This generosity is terribly touching. There has not been a day when our children have not received any victuals ... And yet the majority of the population has nothing. The money, they have none or little, but do not. They do not beg and do not complain ... My feelings are just stronger! Their wealth is not material. In summary, this is a people moving. I was surprised by the number of people who possess the rudiments of English. Some start, others are improving. They launch with a little shy but a lot of courage. Did they understand that this international language could open their horizons such as the borders of their country? They are eager for the outside world?
This country is very mature. On each trip, we pass under an arch of tamarind. The green of the leaves is not bright because we brew a lot of dust! This can create beautiful surroundings but we do not completely separate ... Even when the roads are paved, earth and sand deposited there!
campaigns are wild, arid. These are the horse and the man who made the field work. This is very photogenic and gives us the impression of going back in ancient times ... But if I asked my grandfather what he thinks I dare say he regrets neither progress nor modernism! ! ...
Rivers are still wonderful places to live from sunrise to sunset.
I could also write a paragraph on Inle Lake ... if not, here are some photos from the hat.
We can not stay in Myanmar without following the traces of Buddhism. Monks and nuns marched several times a day in the streets and trails. I have rarely witnessed a great religious fervor but we found Bagan among many pilgrims Burmese. Our interests were not the same. While they vowed a huge admiration for a Buddha milled recently, we were captivated by the paintings of the XI, XII and XIII centuries. They love and are looking for gilding the ocher pigment ... This shift is fun!
To browse these 2500 km land Myanmar, we have spent days and nights in the comfort of transport. Open to the four winds or enjoying the air conditioning, the result was the same, we have often been cold ... From the bus jumper that derail the trishaw, transportation is a novel. Where the journey ends and starts where the galley, the limit is sometimes subtle ...
Ok, a little joke:
Lu Maw (actor of Whiskers Brothers) had terrible toothache. He could not stay that way. He had only one solution: go see a dentist. Border with Thailand being, he decided to go to her neighbors. At the time of care, the Thai dentist ¨ asked him: "You do not have a dentist in Myanmar?". Lu Maw said: "Yes, yes of course. There are many but we have no right to open his mouth in our country ".
An overview of food myanmar. Needless to add that they love Cochonaille, snout to guts ...
by the smell, we left the trail to enter the world of sugar cane. Bloup Bloup Bloup!
I would have simulated "the next" in their writing but I rounded the coochie then "bye bye".
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