“What makes a place special is the way it buries itself inside the heart, not whether it’s flat or rugged, rich or austere, wet or arid, gentle or harsh, warm or cold, wild or tame. – Richard Nelson (as qtd in Beyond the Last Village by Alan Rabinowitz)
original image by shamash
A few days at Inle Lake is good for the soul. Read on for a photo journal.
After flying from Yangon to HeHo Airport, we stopped at a monastery to listen to the monks chanting in pali. It is New Year's Day, one of the most aupicious, and the first day of the year 1369 in the Myanmar calendar.
Once we arrived at the lake, we were then transported by boat to the hotel.
This is the view from behind our hotel, looking down on the water. We arrived through the "front gate" though the distant water doorway. We are in the southern Shan State, and the air is much cooler than in Yangon.
The next day we visited the villages on the lake: a blacksmith, silversmith, cheroot makers, and the silk/ lotus looms. By chance we came upon a Padaung lady and her two daughters. Fortunately, Dancing Shoes could speak her language and he was able to translate. "When somone is born, we cry," she said. "We know the suffering they will have to endure. But when someone dies, we rejoice, because they no longer have to suffer."
original photos by shamash