*A warning to my more squeamish visitors, this story includes graphic images*
The drums: pounding. The crowd: dense. The colors: vibrant.
In a word,
Overwhelming.
It was after 5:00pm, and I had spent the day on nearby Bilugyun (Ogre) Island in the heat of Myanmar (Burma) summer. I was exhausted.
So exhausted in fact, that when I caught a glimpse of a line of
150-odd monks walking toward us on the other side of the road my first
instinct was to just move on.
Then, something I'd never seen before.
A row of people walking on the other side of the road. Brightly colored garland draped over-top of an apparatus some were
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