The market in the village at the end of the lake was another amazing sight in this already amazing journey.
Dried fish for sale at the market.
Deep-fried triangle treats.
A child with ancient eyes.
Butterhorns? Probably not, the Burmese tend to favour savoury over sweet.
Deep-frying the pastries.
The same treat after deep-frying in a wok.
A sea of tomatoes for sale.
Working is easier when you are smoking a cheroot.
Woven shopping bags.
The shopping bags are coordinated with their headwraps.
This old lady is selling popcorn.
The way they made these puffed rice snacks was to throw a thin brownish cake into a pan full of hot sand and within seconds it puffed up into one of these snacks, whereupon it was snatched out of the pan and added onto the pile for sale. I checked and not even a tiny particle of the sand seemed to cling to the puff. “It’s magic!” I exclaimed to Mr. Win, and I’m sure he added this to his long repertoire of things that amused tourists…
Lastly, a somewhat disturbing sight in the market, toy machine guns for sale…
More on our 2013 trip to Myanmar.
