Visiting kyaw Kyaw's village

In the village there is not much water so once a week water is brought from the river to these huge containers where people go with their bullock carts so get the water they need.

Us, on our way for the last mile or so from the Jackory factory to the village in one of burma's most used forms of transport... Can't say it was very comfortable. But then again, maybe i should have said NO when they asked me if i wanted to sit on back of the ox.

We were quite the attraction in the village. Nobody ever goes there (it was our Sandra & me) 2nd time there. Now the others understood why Sandra wanted them to come with us. The attention was shared. And David must have taken tons of pictures of all the kids. Every time a new kid showed up. The group became quite big.

On our way back we 'hitchhiked'. We had no clue at what time the pick-up was coming or whether it had already passed. So when after 45 minutes we got a lift, we got in as quick as we could.


Two days later, we went back. KK's father had made a whole burmese style lunch especially for us. Well mostly for Sandra since the girl stopped eating meat along the way somewhere. And of course she never ate fish to begin with. And i must confess, KK's father is a very very good cook.