A few steps after the border, and it seems that you take the time of time for several decades ago. In Myanmar, everything is not the case, everything is different. Of course, during the years of traveling in Southeast Asia, I saw a lot, but it seems that you really get into the distant past. Men in long cellular skirts (sarongs), women with strange white paint on faces (remedy against tan). Almost all locals still chew Bethel, forbidden in neighboring Thailand (it is believed that it is even a light, but drug). Because of such a strange chewing teeth, Burmesers are bright red. The same as the Earth in the most crowded places: the Bethls of Bethel, they spitt on their legs.
The girls in Myanmar are applied on the face of white paste, which (as they hope) protects against the sun.
"The history of the people can be found in his kitchen," I remember the statement of some oriental philosopher, and we keep the way to the nearest cafe. On the clock - ten in the morning, so each table is already served to all necessary for breakfast. You do not have to choose: sit down at the table and eat patties with something mysterious inside. The dough is sweet, the filling saline and sharp - no, perhaps, breakfast from a cup of coffee is preferable.
Pies were made of sweet dough, but with something sharp and salty inside. In general, we never dared.
We have not yet managed to keep your coffee, and our table crowded several locals, who in vain offered to show us local beauties.
Since our guide is a Muslim, he could not clarify what the sculptural compositions in one of the temples of Caveton ...
Hussein was best spoken in English, and his motorcycle had a stroller: rummaged by Cavoth with a breeze and comfort!
... but something was clear and without words.
While we are going to the first temple, which is located somewhere high in the mountains, Hussein talks about himself. He is a Muslim (pronounces it with pride and somehow even a challenge that if). In Buddhist Myanmar, he sometimes has difficulty, but he hopes for the best because he knows five languages (English, Burmese, Thai, Indian, Arabic) and is ready to work around the clock.
But what is valuable this piece of wood, we did not know.
Alas, his linguistic knowledge was not useful: since we went exclusively in Buddhist churches (and there were no others in Kavton), then Muslim Hussein did not know anything about one of them. Therefore, it was necessary to guess what they mean sculptural compositions in one of the temple complexes, and why in another the usual piece of wood was concluded in the gilded stulet.
... After visiting the fifth in the account of the temple, we politely ask to show us something else. But there is nothing more in Cavoth. All that the territory of the temples looks asleep and unsightly. Although the people are still smiling and friendly.
Life outside the temple is not so shiny. Here, for example, what the usual refueling looks like.
For a two-hour tour of the city, we pay a Thai currency - 150 baht (as much and in rubles). For us - a penny, for Hussein - the opportunity to live a few days in a row. After that, our guide asks to write down his phone to pass it on the chain to all the rest, who also suddenly want to ride around Cavoth. So who needs - contact. And personally, we return back to Thailand. Another thirty days we can on legal grounds is in the country of smiles ...
Continued ...
Read the previous history of Olga here, and where it all starts - here.