Saturday, March 17, 2012

Up to our Ankles in Mud

Finally in the early hours of our last morning on Inle Lake, the rain ceased. Determined to meet some locals, we headed in the direction towards the nearest village. We stubbornly plodded through the gooey mud path next to the fields, trying not to lose our shoes or mess up our clothing too much. Past a tiny creek, we met a young boy playing outside his house, all too eager to show off with the family puppy in front of his captive foreign audience. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I distinctly remember that mud and that boy and that puppy!