After a day of walking around the bustling streets of Yangon, taking a ferry to the town on the other side of the river seemed like a good option.
It started with the postcard vendor that remembered that Mark and I were from Spain, as we’d told him the day before. Turns out he knew some Spanish. Lesson – don’t lie about where you’re from to touts, they’ll outsmart you.
When we headed to the ferry, we met up again with Jennifer and met her friend Elizabeth. They said they would take us on a trishaw tour on the other side of the river in Dalah.
This is what is was like on the ferry on the way over:
We disembarked the crowded ferry and then were taken to our trishaw drivers. It was a bit chaotic:
Amongst all the people, vehicles, noise, and chaos, the cow just sat there quietly.
Look at the engine. Actually, look at the whole thing. What is it?
More peaceful cows, just hanging out in the road with vehicles whizzing by.
I was glad to be exiting the traffic and getting out of city and more into a small town atmosphere.
Mark and our guide Elizabeth in their trishaw.
I loved the color scheme of this temple. The bright blue sky didn’t hurt either.
Elizabeth and Jennifer at the first temple
This golden embalmed monk supposedly opened one eye posthumously.
There is a pilgrimage site called Mt. Kyaiktiyo in Myanmar that has a golden rock that looks like this.
This used to be a marketplace. Elizabeth told us cyclone Nargis made everything broken.
Thanaka root for sale. This is the root that makes the paste that people wear on their faces.
A reservoir where the people go to get their water.
Water buffalo and egret
Lovely ladies in their longyi
Lunch with our guides and trishaw drivers. The guy with the surprised expression on his face had never eaten in a restaurant before. Glad we shared his first restaurant experience with him.
Fishing amongst the garbage
A little girl getting water from the reservoir
A big buddha makeover
Always sweeping in Asia
Books are treated with reverence
Visiting the local school
Making merit by donating to the monk who helps run the school
Monks robes hanging to dry
Even though Burma is predominantly Buddhist, there is still an occasional mosque here and there.
The end of the trishaw tour
stormy skies ahead for the trip back across the river
Jennifer, Mark and two Elizabeths
Vendor on the ferry back to Yangon
The day felt like a glimpse into the lives of the people of Dalah. It was evident that people lived in poverty. Most likely many people had their homes or livelihood destroyed by Cyclone Nargis in 2008. Everyone we met was kind and friendly. This goes to show that not government, poverty, nor natural disasters can break the human spirit.
Smiling in spite of hardships – this exemplifies the people of Burma