Morning in Yangon, Myanmar...Buddhist Monks thread their way through the traffic, not far from the fabulous Schwedagon Temple complex.
The Fresh Flowers stallholder seems to have a critical audience, as he tries to entice customers near the Schwedagon Temple complex in Myanmar's Yangon city.
The most common attire of Burmese men is still the practical and cheap sarong.
Around October each year, when the monsoonal floods are just draining off the rice-fields, every depression fills with water that is, mysteriously, teeming with small fish.
The villagers all get involved in netting the fish, and most are sold to people who specialise in preparation of rotted fish [bara] that is so prized in NE Thailand for flavouring of the green papaya salad [somtam] which is eaten in vast quantities.
I will Survive!
It is a not well known fact that Bangkok used to be serviced by trams.
Here, not so far from Grand Palace, is a derelict tram track, demonstrating that trams used to share the roadway with cars and motorcycles.
A footpath-resident demolition business...disassembling truck differentials...not far from Bangkok's #1 Tourist attraction...Grand Palace.
This morning a field of sugarcane was being torched in preparation for harvesting...fire burns away the dry and green leaves and so it is easier to hand cut the cane.
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