Following a monks and nuns schedule. Waking up at 5am and strolling through the banks of the Irrawaddy river, without particular destination.
Villagers waving hello and smiling. Lines of monks on their daily barefoot commute to nearby villages.
And foodstalls, frying roti and samosas. Picking some chapati with chickpeas, drinking Burmese tea in one of the village cafes, where everyone watches the daily world news. Seems like some volcano has erupted in Indonesia. But the rest of the world seems so far away.
And I feel very lucky. Lucky to enjoy another fine day in Burma.