Monks

A stop in a Monastery. Not the most famous one but the more authentic and the cheaper (free is cheap no?).
You have to know that in Myanmar you have to be a monk twice in your life. Once before you reach 20 years old as an apprentice, and another time after that to be ordered as a Monk.

 Some men decide to be monks after being married so you’ll see often daddy taking care of their sons or daughters while wearing the orange or purple costume.
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Hasina

Hasina is the only woman bike taxi in Mandaly.
When she told me that, I had to hire her services for the day, I had so many questions! In the end, it was like spending the day with a new friend.
Single mum, she is working everyday to show around her city and the area to the tourists and it looks like she enjoyed it so much that it was a pleasure to ride from a place to another with her.

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Last day

My last day in Myanmar and it’s time for me to give you a conclusion about this country.

But I won’t. You’ve read the articles and you have seen the pictures and I hope it will give you the desire to admire the culture and the landscapes with your own eyes but more than anything, I hope you want now to go there and meet the people.
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Buddies

I’ve met these badass travellers at my hostel when I arrived in Bagan.

They were the kind of travelers who don’t count the countries they crossed in their life, the ones who are more into finding the most incredible village not visited by tourists before or analyzing their backpacks to find the ultimate object they can get rid off to travel lighter. 

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Safety rules

I was looking at these kids on this big bus and I realised that it seems totally ok for me now.  

I’ve seen so many situations were the word “safety” was a concept: people burning plastic and bins outside their house without thinking about the toxicity, four people on a scooter with a new born of course without helmets or babies playing near the water on their floating houses, that I start to think that the South East Asian way of living is the normal way. Western societies’ rules obviously don’t apply here and I’m afraid to come back home and don’t understand certains things anymore. 
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