Moving onward, we entered the waters of the village. From open windows, boats, or steps leading down from their stilted wooden homes, children and mothers alike paused to wave to their floating visitors. Children ran from window to window to catch additional glimpses and wave excitedly a few more times. Women even paused from river laundry duties to participate in the greetings. Colorful clothing hung from clotheslines in front of most homes, a bumper crop due to the first clear skies in several days. A few men tended floating gardens; a few boys flew kites in the small patch of grass next to their house. It is likely that such scenes would have been more numerous had we experienced fair weather during our time at Inle Lake, but we would have to take these small moments as being sufficient.
No comments:
Post a Comment