Paan wordt gegeten in Zuidoost-Azië of liever gekauwd, na de maaltijd gebruikt als een soort reinigingsmiddel voor je tanden maar vooral als stimulerend middel, beetle-noot is het hoofdingrediënt. Ik heb onlangs gemerkt dat er een verschuiving lijkt te zijn van het verkopen van paan verpakt in verse bladeren die ter plaatse door de paan-wallah zijn gemaakt naar voorverpakte, in de fabriek gemaakte mengsels.
Time to leave
What a great experience it was to spend a couple of days in the Pa-Oo village, the facilities were basic but hey, you can shower in a luxe bathroom anytime. A bucket of warm water and a kleed hang from the trees in the garden were more than adequate, Staying in the village gave us a wonderful insight into their daily lives, their hospitality was humbling but now it was time to leave.
The weaver's house
Voordat we het dorp verlaten, stoppen we bij het wevershuis. We worden uitgenodigd om thee te drinken. Licht komt binnen via één open raam. Het duurt even voordat mijn ogen zich aanpassen aan de duisternis en dit familietableau. Terwijl de vader het garen spint en de moeder het garen tot stof weeft, kijkt de baby heel tevreden vanuit zijn hand gemaakte stoel.
Homestay with the...P
Staying with the Pa-Oo family overnight offered a wonderful insight into their daily life. The old (blind) grandfather spent his days by the open fire in the main room drinking tea and stoking the constantly burins wood fire. the two youngest grandchildren were his eyes. If he needed to move, they helped and guided him.
Taken during our trek in northwest Shan province 2012, our homestay in a Pa-Oo village. Although the interior of the house was quite dark and smokey, a fire burned constantly in the middle of the room with a kettle hanging above, the light from an open window cast the young mother in a nice light whilst she sat gazing into the fire.
11 years and counting
I have just noticed that it was exactly 11 years today that I posted my first photo here. A portrait from Burma, with lots of encouraging comments and stars, remember them, I caught the Columbus bug and continued to post sometimes obsessively, sometimes not. With a couple of shorter and longer breaks in between, but always coming back. There are quite a few fellow-reisreporters that commented on my first photo that are stick around and happily many new people. Thanks for the fun and time shared here, an image of two kids just having fun in Zikhone village
In a normal world we would have been walking this morning to this view as the Corsica ferry sailed at daybreak into Bastia harbour, but alas times are not normal and our Corsican holiday is currently shelved. Instead I enjoy this view from a couple of years ago and feel thankful that we and our family are all healthy and well.
I always travel slowly, under the motto, 'less is more' and staying for a few weeks in a small village such as this gives the villagers chance to get used to me. This is a typical family home, much of the family life takes place on the verandah, the family sleep together on the mattresses on the floor in the room behind. Privacy (for the parents) is not an issue. As a PS I am still in touch with people in the village and everyone is doing well, Covid-19 has not, (fortunately as there is only a rudimentary health infrastructure in place,) touched the area.
Nothing goes to waste
The women and young girls lay out the freshly caught fish in the sun to dry. The larger of the dried fish will be used as food in the meagre monsoon time, the smaller fish will be used as chicken feed and what remains will be used as fertiliser for the fields. Nothing goes to waste. here.
While the word tranquil may not be the first to spring to mind if you think about Rakhine. Here in this remote part of Rakhine State, that knows no violence, that sees perhaps a handful of tourists per year, that's exactly the word that springs to my mind every morning. This is the view from our balcony, the morning mist still hangs over the sea, the sun has not risen yet over the palm trees and the birds are whistling the dawn.
The story continues
I began the story yesterday, with the portrait from 2019. This February we travelled back to this remote part of Rakhine State, to the fishing village and found the young girl (and her family). The kids remembered us from last year, which is hardly surprising as I think we were the last westerners here, and were excited to see us again, not much happens in this part of the world. The excitement reached a fury when we started to unpack the prints that we had taken of them the previous year. Neighbours in the village were summoned, tea was made, coconuts broken, cloves of garlics and dried fish (a local snack) were offered to us on chipped saucers. Their gratitude immense, and the pleasure was all ours.
Playing photo model
In 2019 we stayed close to a small village fishing in Rakhine State, during one our a cycle trips we met this young girl and her younger siblings. We stopped with them for a while, they were happy to play with the camera, especially the eldest. This is a two-part story the second part I will tell next time.
Just a perfect day
24 januari ben ik jarig. Dit jaar gevierd in Bagan met man lief en vrienden. Aan het eind van de dag aan de oevers van de rivier kijken naar de ondergaande zon, een perfecte dag. Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day Lou Reed Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day Lou Reed
Big Boys Burgers
The Old High Street in the now 'Creative Quarter' of Folkestone, boasting independent shops, bars, restaurants and galleries as well as small web orientated start-ups. Big Boys Burgers is just one of the new kids on the bloke, vegan and veggie burgers, and a whole array of plant based foods. Keep walking up this hill and at the top of the street you'll find the part of Folkestone that hasn't been touched by the regeneration. Poundland, The Salvation Army, charity shops, cheap food stores. Its like two worlds collide in one small town.
Voor je de haven bereikt in Folkestone, kom je in dalende lijn eerst in “the old town”. Men noemt dit nu “The Creative Quarter”. Hier vind je nu kleine zelfstandige winkeltjes, boetiekjes, kunstgalerietjes tot verschillende bars en restaurants.
Folkestone laat vele belletjes rinkelen, als je zijn geschiedenis nagaat. In Wereldoorlog I was het de voornaamste vertrekbasis voor het Engelse leger naar de slagvelden van het westelijk front, tussen de twee wereldoorlogen was het een der grootste badplaatsen van Engeland en het was de eerste plaats die iedereen zag die in Dover de trein naar Londen nam, na het ontschepen met “den Oostende–Dover”. Nog lang was er een ferryverbinding met het continent vanuit Folkestone, maar toen die ophield in 2000 gaf dit een enorme deuk aan het imago van de stad met bekende gevolgen als leegstand.