Arriving at the Village at the End of the Lake

We were headed towards the weekly market at a village at the end of Inle Lake and arrived to a boat traffic jam, filled with mostly locals and not tourists, just as Mr. Win had promised.

The Boats Arriving at Shangrila at the End of Inle Lake (Myanmar)Where the boats landed there was mud with garbage and cow shit everywhere. But looming over the village was a temple with hundreds of gold and white stupas.

A woman beside me gasped, “It’s a photographer’s paradise!”

But not for me. The lighting was tricky and every time I managed to get a shot set up, the big tourist in the orange T-shirt (aka my husband) blundered into the scene. I finally managed to ditch Big Orange Al only to have Big Red Tourist wander into every shot. It was so frustrating.
The Boats Arriving at Shangrila at the End of Inle Lake (Myanmar)I think this was the most amazing sight I’ve seen on all my journeys and in a previous post I wrote: The town at the end of the lake, suspended somewhere in time between the past and the future. I don’t know its name, so I’ll call it Shangri-La…
Shangrila on Inle LakeHere is the same oxen cart driver and is that another bloody tourist I see in the background?
Oxen and Cart at the Market at the End of Inle Lake, MyanmarAaah, finally rid of the other tourists…
The Boats Arriving at Shangrila at the End of Inle Lake (Myanmar)Most of the women have switched their traditional woven head wraps for brightly-coloured towels, and a lot of them smoke cheroots.
At the Weekly Market in the Village at the End of Inle Lake (Myanmar) Mr. Win hurried us along – we still had to see the market before it disbanded for the week…

More on our 2013 trip to Myanmar.

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