|Doesn't anyone go to sleep in this country?|
After three tours round the pagoda, chased by the ladies with the rubbish cart, the whole place momentarily came to life with a long procession of women offering gifts of robes and food led by some bells and a conch horn and even louder chanting to a tune. Even the entrance ticket collectors emerged and caught me out.
And by 5:15am the monks had all woken up and were doing the rounds collecting alms. I had not change on me, nor any fruit salad, so I wasn't able to offer anything although the majority of monks did ask. And so feeling awkward, tired (I had work in 3 1/2 hours), and reflecting that this was the Buddhist equivalent of midnight mass, I cycled home. And now I know that dawn in Myanmar is at about 05:30.
|I don't think they had work the next day|