nyaungshwe

Our inn in Nyaungshwe was just beside the canal so the motorboat sound only ceased when it was past late night. It resumed again early in the morning before the sunrise, transporting goods and people likewise from around Inle lake to the town.

Some photos taken before sunrise, a few boats had already been seen whizzing along the canal towards the town.

 A dog in front of a house opposite the canal.

 Early morning passengers in the boat.

 The road leading into our inn on the other side.

 The beautiful white anthuriums in front of our room.

Watching the rising of the sun at the balcony while waiting for Wee and Monkey to wake up, the girl at the inn for the second time had asked Lucyriver if Lucyriver have already wanted breakfast served.

 Finally, breakfast.

After breakfast we walked to the market, crossing the bridge where many people there were asking if we want a boat.

Clockwise from top left; Mohinga, Shan Tofu Noodle Soup, Shan Traditional Noddle Soup and Tea Leaf Salad. 1000 kyat each. We love the Mohinga and Shan Tofu Noodle Soup. However, we had the notion that we were being charged higher than the locals for the food. 

Taking shots of the daisies, literally while searching for the seeds to bring home to plant.

We went scouting for postcards and Lucyriver had sent two home. It's been a week since the lady at the tour service promised to post for Lucyriver.

Boys were seen buying stacks of kites, to sell or to play, that is the question. 

 Bears?

 Chrysanthemums

 Baby carrots

 Big-sized avocados

Juliet had once said, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

 Little red riding strawberries.

The man in the market was selling what Monkey calls 'pagoda' . We bought some from him and later at the bus station we saw him there again with little kids as his customers. Once again, we were very sure that what we pay is not what the locals pay, and it is not only food.

The scenery in front of our inn. There was a road beyond leading towards the direction of the lake. Too bad, we did not have the time and chance to explore or go cycling to see other villages or the vineyard.

 Local newspapers at the stand in front of a grocery shop.

The 'bus station' where we first arrived and finally departed, but not for forever. It's funny how in the beginning Lucyriver thought that we would be racing with time to cover Yangon, Bagan and Inle lake in one week. Three long bus journeys and looking back, time had been kind to us and having a little bit of luck really pushed us further.