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Sometimes, it's too, too easy to forget when one is traveling and seeing sights that just overwhelm the senses with beauty and interest, that the locals who hound you to buy trinkets and t shirts, etc. actually have lives that are incomprehensibly different than ours.
This is just one view of the plains of Bagan, an ancient city that has about 2000 temples on one vast alluvial plain formed by the Irriwaddy River when it was even larger than it is now.
The squarish building in the foreground is for meditation and it is an indescribable feeling climbing up the narrow inside stairs that have been worn by more than 1000 years of bare feet. (Pardon the quality; this was my first trip with my first dslr.)
This was taken during my first visit in 2005. These ahead are Italian bus tourists.
The person with the hat is my oldest son, a joy to travel with. The man to his left is a guide that we engaged for the day. At every one of the stops we were surrounded by a group of women who wanted us to buy pots and souvenirs.
This young woman spoke enough English, Spanish, Italian and German to engage tourists. She only went to three grades of school because she needed to work. Her future was to sell to tourists and get married and raise a family. We bought a couple of pots and made her day.
This is just one view of the plains of Bagan, an ancient city that has about 2000 temples on one vast alluvial plain formed by the Irriwaddy River when it was even larger than it is now.
The squarish building in the foreground is for meditation and it is an indescribable feeling climbing up the narrow inside stairs that have been worn by more than 1000 years of bare feet. (Pardon the quality; this was my first trip with my first dslr.)

This was taken during my first visit in 2005. These ahead are Italian bus tourists.

The person with the hat is my oldest son, a joy to travel with. The man to his left is a guide that we engaged for the day. At every one of the stops we were surrounded by a group of women who wanted us to buy pots and souvenirs.

This young woman spoke enough English, Spanish, Italian and German to engage tourists. She only went to three grades of school because she needed to work. Her future was to sell to tourists and get married and raise a family. We bought a couple of pots and made her day.
