|April 18, 2015||Filed under Hpa-An, Myanmar (Burma)||
Dusk was approaching; mosquitoes were coming out; we were tired. It had been a long, hot day of bumpy tuk-tuk rides and visual overload. We sat staring at a ragged gash in the mountainside.
Twenty minutes passed, then thirty. “And what are we waiting for?” someone quipped. A few black hawks appeared over the river nearby, circling as they rode the gentle breezes. They too were waiting. Then it started. (more…)