Early morning, Vento woke me up at sunrise. She drove me to the first floor to grab a quick but huge breakfast and she dragged me to the bus station. It was hard to follow her as she is a two meters long legged girl, and I’m more the 30 centimeters kind…
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 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.
You know what I mean by night bus right? Same thing happened again.
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Like every Buddhist places I’ve been so far, I notice that a strong and peaceful feeling invaded me as soon as I stepped in. It is maybe all the prayers and the meditation done in one place, or the contact of the cold stones on my barefeet, or maybe this vibrant and intense gold shining over the white stupas and pagodas…
Oh… Just a sunset on Angkor Wat. Not a big deal…
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Chiang Mai… You are healing my soul and my body.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 