After five days in Bagan, we decided to start moving on to Mandalay. We were told we could take a slow ferry that would take two days and one night. This sounded interesting as it is the choice transportation for locals. When we got on board we were informed it would take two nights and three days. Considering that the bus to Mandalay was cheaper and only took eight hours, we opted against taking the ferry. This worked out well in the end because we ran into some travellers we had met in Yangon the week before.
Young boys play by the waterfront.
A teashop employee poses for a photo.
An older man and young boy wait for the ferry.
One thing we've noticed about the Burmese is that they spend lots of time with their children.
A young girl carries a basket to the ferry.
Women washing their clothes near the boats.
We met these two gentlemen in a village near the jetty.
Yet again we stumbled across a group of kids playing soccer.
What's most impressive about Bagan at first is not the size or complexity of each individual temple, nor the condition, but rather the sheer number of them. There are pagodas or temples in every direction you look. Over a 230-year period, roughly 4400 were built. Earthquakes and serious neglect have brought that number down a thousand or two. What's even more striking is that many of these temples are in the middle of some farmer's field and so you see everyday life going on.
Temple at dusk.
Cattle meander through fields dotted with temples.
The toddy tree produces a sweet fruit used to make alcohol.
A temple surrounded by toddy trees.
A novice monk walks past Shwezeigon with his alms bowl.
A young shepherd boy runs through the field.
We met this family on our way to the temple in the background.
A young boy demonstrates how to eat the toddy fruit.