Myanmar Day4. The eye of the typhoon.

 

I went to bed at 21:00.

 A sleepy hen woke me up at 2:30
— a goofy hen.



I had porridge for my breakfast.





It’s rice noodle,
but they use pork for the soup,
so I don’t eat it.

But it looks so delicious!

 






We go to another village of the Akha tribe.

It’s 6 hours both ways.


It was exhausted;
my legs were killing me.


Now, let’s go!

 







We met the Myanmar military.

The dispatch of troops.






 What could happen
if they notice my camera?”










Entrance to the mountainous area.

There is no bathroom,
so I relieved myself in nature
for the first time.

I have become good at dealing with
many things.






 

There are lots of pine trees.

Here is the top of the mountain.








We go further.

There is a pagoda.





 

In Myanmar,
people believe in the fortunetelling
of eight days.





Each day has a different God.
Myanmar people name
after the day of the children’s birthday,
or they can tell their character
by their birthday.








I was born in the afternoon on Wednesday,
so according to the fortunetelling,
my character should be calm.

How do you think?









 

They asked me why I knew
which day I was born.


Because I love checking horoscope
or other fortunetelling,
I know my birthday and birth time. 









 

There are lots of babies.

The average marriage age is 17.8.

Then,
they could be like my grandchildren.

 




We’re heading to the market.








They go to the market to sell pigs.

Free-range chickens.

Chicks are following their mom.

I don’t feel that
we’re separated creatures at all.

 











In this village,
people believe in Buddhism,
Christianity, and Animism.




Each religion has its atmosphere,
and I like the brightness of Buddhism.





Myanmar,
ethnic minorities,
Animism,
and medium,”


all these words might make you wonder
that there must be something terrible,
but nothing is shocking here.


Only calmness exists.

 






I want to praise myself that
I felt that Myanmar was the eye of a typhoon,
when I saw with my psychic power
before I came here.




I have travelled to a lot of countries,
but I have never been to a country
like here.


(I can use psychic power to see countries.
Yes, I can see everything I want.)











 

Most dogs are so thin.









We went to a local’s home
to have lunch.


Even we visited suddenly.
Villagers prepared us a table and chairs.


I gave some foods to kittens.

I like tabby cats.

 








Parents are in their crops field,
so there were only grandparents
and children.



I give them sandwiches,
and it’s the first time for them
to try the cheese.





They look happy.





It’s time to have lunch,
and we meet school kids back from school
to their home.





Grandma at 70s gathers firewood. 

 








Tourists give sweets to children,
so I bring Japanese sweets too.



Honestly,
I want to give it to young mothers.

 







Today is the birthday of my daughter.


I forgot her birthday
and just came to Myanmar.


I’m disappointed with myself,
my daughter too. 


I’ll have fun time with my daughter
once I’m back to Japan.

I want to see her.



Why am I giving sweets
to somebody’s children,
not to my child?










 

Women do all household things,
work outside,
and raise their children
in the condition of the predominance of men
over women.

I can’t help but cheering women up.

 



A 20 years old mother.










Soft and smooth.

I feel nostalgic.

I’m sure
I’ll spoil my future grandchildren.








 

We go down to the town.

Compare to the climbing last time
(it was almost like rock climbing,
14 hours both way),
this trekking is easy,
but my legs are sore.


 

When we see the limits of our body,
we notice the most important things in life.

Who do we want to be with, etc?

It makes me want to go back to Japan,
asap.








 

When I’m in Japan,
something extra
and unneeded penetrates my mind
unconsciously,
so I release them
by getting out of Japan.





Coming to Myanmar
brings something different to me. 






 

Our guide said that
one of his customers came to Myanmar
to talk with his lost friends.




There is a lake to speak
with dead people.  




I had some experience
which I can’t share on this blog.

I broke out of my shell.








 

We had hot pot again for dinner.
Hot pot is a Chinese dish,
so Myanmar people took it as their dish.


I ate veggies,
which I have never tried before in Japan.
It’s a cocoyam.

 





I ate veggie soup.



We can choose and make our seasoning spice
by ourselves, and it’s delicious!








Day4.
The end!

Pheew, I’m so tired.