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Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
A 1000-kyat donation--about $1.20--in the baby's pocket for letting us use the family's home to cook lunch. She slept incredibly soundly surrounded by handicrafts that the women of the village kept trying to sell us.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
Weaving baskets on the "balcony".
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
In this case, the mobile shop wasn't stuff sold out of a motorcycle's sidecar, but just these Akha women following us to a junction on the hike that they knew we'd have to pass a few times.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
The waters of the rice paddies (even during dry season) hold tilapia, snakehead fish and catfish. With some patience, someone can catch enough to sell for 4,000-5,000 kyat each day at the market in Kyaingtong city.
Olympus OM-2N | Fuji Neopan 1600@3200
I also have a 4-year-old's fascination with how parathas are made...
Olympus OM-2N | Fuji Neopan 1600@3200
Beating meat paste into submission, drummer-style, for making those weirdly-smooth Asian meatballs.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
Abandoned building from colonial times.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
Being a monk doesn't mean giving up playing the lottery.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x
I love that in Myanmar villages, it's normal to just rock up to a stranger's home and expect them to brew up a pot of tea for you. And when children are involved, formalities come down to, "boy, where's my tea?" But again, totally normal.