Friday, March 23, 2012

A Fisherman Farewell

Determined to make the most of every last moment we had before we had to leave for the one-room airport at Ngapoli Beach, I darted back out to the shoreline. Sporting a Burmese hat, muscle shirt, and a stogie, this fisherman calmly cast his net out into the shallows. His throw was swift and precise, indicators of collective practice. I would have loved to have watched him and other laborers make their living along this beach, but it was time to go. Such tranquil images are how I will remember Myanmar and hope that even when it becomes a stronger player in the tourism scene, this remains.

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