Evidence of the 114 degree heat in sleepy Bagan--not ideal for temple-hopping--still shows on my skin, now a reddish brown wash. The crumbling temples were beautiful and full of life: locals beating the heat by napping in the shadows of the cool stony alcoves, families sharing a meal of varied deep-fried vegetables and tea, children laughing and running, and youth touting postcards and laquerware to the few foreigners who passed through. Most of the time, however, I had an entire temple to myself.
Having a temple to yourself sounds ideal. Despite the heat, it looks very relaxing there.
ReplyDeleteThose images are so beautiful. I hope you never get jaded of them. Honestly, this is just heart stopping. The heat is it humid like ours?
ReplyDeleteOh my, this is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking photos. I wish I was viewing these sights with you!
ReplyDeleteBurma is jaw-droppingly beautiful, and the people are very lovely.
ReplyDeleteYoli, I hope I never get tired, never desensitized, to images like this. That would be a pity.
Thanks for the nice comments, ladies.