This sign is posted on the door of the toilet on the boat we took up the Irrawaddy to
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Dinner at a sidewalk eatery under the buzzing street lamp
Washroom haiku, posted over the toilet at the guesthouse I was staying in
On sale: wheels made with folded low-denomination bills – for offerings at pagodas, for funerals, I’m not quite sure
The street market just outside of my guesthouse, with the bell-shaped pagoda of a monastery at the end of the street
The reconstructed royal palace is now a sterile museum
Intricate woodwork on one of the buildings in the royal compound
The golden paint on the building glint in the afternoon light
A VW Beetle makes its way out of the eastern entrance to the royal compound
People’s Desire: something straight out of 1984
The climb up Mandalay Hill is made easier with the covered walkway
View over the city from top of Mandalay Hill
Novice monks taking a break
The monastery building is bathed in the low afternoon light
Burmese script on the pillar: poetry? scripture? warning signs?
Tourists watching the sunset in the haze at the top of Mandalay Hill
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