That day, they enthusiastically taught the Zaytawun students songs from the Sound of Music. Before long the children were performing a four part harmony and varying the volume and pitch of their voices. If I had closed my eyes, it would seem as though Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer had walked in and taken their place.
After school, the four of us went to the Jetty to swim (or in my case, to watch as they swam and the woman upriver emptied her trash and baby's diaper into the Ayerwaddy River).
We played hand games and cane ball with villagers until the sun set. We went to Old Bagan for dinner.
We continued this nightly routine for the remainder of their week-long stay.
(Women at the Jetty doing laundry in the Irrawaddy)
After class, we had a feast of curries, fried chicken, fresh fruits, and rice.
With full stomachs, we toured the island, walkined on questionable staircases and bridges, and were invited into two story woven bamboo homes. When it was time to leave for our 30 minute trip back to the mainland in the partially flooded boat, we spent the fifteen minutes waving loving Goodbyes to our new friends on shore.
When we arrived back in Nyaung Oo we took our "beach bikes" desert riding through the overgrown trails of Old Bagan's temple region. The remainder of the afternoon was spent scaling 11th/12th/13th century pagodas, observing ancient murals, and swooning over the view of endless Bagan's temple-dotted plains.
After an exhausting day I wished the "Belgiums" a safe trip as they loaded on the bus to Inle Lake.
WAW !!!! I didn't know you wrote a roadbook !! and a part 'the Belgians ' unbelievable ! I'm so happy to remember the days with you on the island and in Bagan... !! The sound of music is still in my head, every single day ! also 'Jon Su Bolo ' :)
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