Travelling with Joshua is great. We have so many ridiculous things happen to us it becomes the norm. Yesterday, the taxi driver that took us to Bago was shocked at the end of the day when I said something like my son and I really had fun. He thought we were “travelling” companions. A beggar on the street, the night before, asked Josh about his brother…me. We were both wondering how he knew Daniel. That little kid would make a great car salesmen in Canada, I am sure.
Walking through little Chinatown in Yangon with Joshua was quite an experience for us. A group of kids were playing with a soccer ball on a busy side street and invited Josh to play with them. Obviously Josh looks like a teenager and as he joined them we were quickly surrounded with people standing around smiling and clapping. Someone even offered Josh a chew on his beetle nut. The face Josd made as he tasted the foul smelling nut reminded me of how he reacted in Fiji when he had to drink some terrible concoction the band leader gave us. He obviously enjoyed playing and the kids and adults had fun also as you can see from the pictures.
Yesterday, we hired a taxi to take us to Bago about two hours north of Yangon and a city filled with pagodas. Which city in Myanmar is not filled with pagodas?
Anyway, near the end of the trip I asked a coconut vendor to take five minutes and show us around his village. The five minutes turned into an hour and as usual, when we interacted with people, it was the highlight of the day. As we walked through the village we saw kids playing ( it does not take much to occupy kids). They did not need computer games, television, electricity or any other form of entertainment. Josh and I were the entertainment or some bicycle tire they wheeled down the road. When I took pictures of the kids and then showed the pictures to them, their smiles were priceless. Too bad we did not have two cameras to record their smiling faces.
Of course the houses had no electricity or indoor plumbing. Myanmar women, who are very modest, wear their longy, walk to the well and pour water over and under themselves and then dry off and somehow change under their towel, all in front of the village by the public well. It is amazing. Of course, there are no barbershops either, as we saw a father give a haircut to his son in front of the house, competing with the pig scruffling in the front yard. Josh can really see how lucky he is, or is he?
These kids were really having fun, the village seems to be a strong family unit and since no-one has money everyone seems to get along so well.
Tomorrow we are off to Koh Chang for a few days at the beach. We are both looking forward to it, especially after all of the shopping Josh did today. I am tired from just walking with him.
Walking through little Chinatown in Yangon with Joshua was quite an experience for us. A group of kids were playing with a soccer ball on a busy side street and invited Josh to play with them. Obviously Josh looks like a teenager and as he joined them we were quickly surrounded with people standing around smiling and clapping. Someone even offered Josh a chew on his beetle nut. The face Josd made as he tasted the foul smelling nut reminded me of how he reacted in Fiji when he had to drink some terrible concoction the band leader gave us. He obviously enjoyed playing and the kids and adults had fun also as you can see from the pictures.
Yesterday, we hired a taxi to take us to Bago about two hours north of Yangon and a city filled with pagodas. Which city in Myanmar is not filled with pagodas?
Anyway, near the end of the trip I asked a coconut vendor to take five minutes and show us around his village. The five minutes turned into an hour and as usual, when we interacted with people, it was the highlight of the day. As we walked through the village we saw kids playing ( it does not take much to occupy kids). They did not need computer games, television, electricity or any other form of entertainment. Josh and I were the entertainment or some bicycle tire they wheeled down the road. When I took pictures of the kids and then showed the pictures to them, their smiles were priceless. Too bad we did not have two cameras to record their smiling faces.Of course the houses had no electricity or indoor plumbing. Myanmar women, who are very modest, wear their longy, walk to the well and pour water over and under themselves and then dry off and somehow change under their towel, all in front of the village by the public well. It is amazing. Of course, there are no barbershops either, as we saw a father give a haircut to his son in front of the house, competing with the pig scruffling in the front yard. Josh can really see how lucky he is, or is he?
These kids were really having fun, the village seems to be a strong family unit and since no-one has money everyone seems to get along so well.Tomorrow we are off to Koh Chang for a few days at the beach. We are both looking forward to it, especially after all of the shopping Josh did today. I am tired from just walking with him.
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