We got cyckling at the market in the town of Nyaung-OO not far from Bagan.
The morning traffic was relatively heavy. All vehicles used here were out in the streets: horse carts, buses, hundreds of motorbikes and bicycles. All of them were forming an "organized" chaos.
We arrived there at the time when the monks - young and old, the nuns - young and old were collecting offerings which are the only means of living of theirs. They have to make back for the temple to consume their first and last meal by noon, as they can't eat anything else the day out.
Have a look at the pictures which do not need any more comment.
