Driving back home that day, I encountered a procession of villagers all wearing their celebratory outfits, holding baskets on their head and carrying leaves. They had rice on their throat and on their third eye. I stopped on the side of the road amazed and observed from afar.
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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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The Wanderlust Queens Project 