A perk of getting up before 6 am, the chance to see the sun rise! Up early and on the bikes to get the ride in before it became too hot.
We went out and up the lake in the morning mist, catching the early fishermen
whilst the field work was done. Chrysanthemums for the temple being delicately pinched out and bullocks harnesses to a plough preparing the field for the new sugar cane crop. It's all hard labour under the sun.
And the man in charge of keeping us in order this fortnight is Alex, our Burmese cycling leader. He knows the route like the back of his hand, so when we pull up for a re fueling stop everything is ready for us, water, rehydration, local fruits, peanut brittle and biscuits to smack on.
Often there time for a quick photo shoot if there's a handy stupa by the side of the road. I just hope this is meaningful Burmese and nothing rude....
There's lots of gold on the stupa, but often it's the mundane I find just, if not more, fascinating. This humble broom isn't just bound together with string but an intricately woven pattern. It's a piece of art itself, but I wonder how many stop to look?
No, this isn't a local snack but in actuality it's the biggest cause of mouth cancer in Myanmar - betel nut and tobacco wrapped up to chew.
There are many quirky and facinating sides to this country. I thought the little stands I saw dotted around were selling drinks or oils. But no, this is a petrol-convinience. Motorbike or work truck need topping up. Grab the funnel and glut some more fuel in? Not a fire extinguisher or sand bucket in sight.
The locals also like to see what photographs we're taking, especially if it's of them!
Our destination is Inthein on the western banks of Inle Lake. We runs the gauntlet of tourist stalls to lunch first of all.
Although I have to admit I was seriously tempted by the colourful baskets...
and the scarves ( note to self: do you really need more scarves?)
But we're walking in, past a family having lunch
a lady collecting firewood
and a monk catching his breath, we have a place to go.
But there's time to capture the local vernacular,
be morbidly amazed by some traditional mountain tribe ceramonial head dress ( don't worry, they're pig's teeth)
and admire some wood carving.
But this is what we'd really come to see, Inthein - an intricate pagoda complex which has hundreds of Shan style stupas clustered together on the hillside.
On the lower slopes years of decline have allowed the forest to start reclaiming the site, so it felt as though we'd stepped into an Indiana Jones film. Scroll on down to take a tour with me...
Half way up we slipped our shoes off to enter the pagoda,
and fairy lights. But even in this day and age some are still not allowed.
and so were the shutters too.
But round the corner and up some steps this sight awaited...
Isn't it amazing? It was almost too much to take in.
We made our way back down to the river, where daily. Horses were being down. These two girls are busy laundering the restaurant napkins from lunch tome. See their face paint? It's the traditional bark paste they use to keep their skin cool and protect it from the sun.
We boarded some traditional boats to go out into the lake area and back down to our hotel.
And just simply watching life go by.
and their transport is still a long shallow boat ( the lake really isn't that deep)
They have even produced floating allotments by using the abundant water hyacinth as a subbase and layering fertile soil on top.
But the most famous feature of this lake are the leg- rowing fishermen. They stand holding their nets and caste them in the lake whilst standing holding the long paddle in one ha switch their leg wrapped around the paddle lower down. This unique style evolved as the lake is covered by reeds and floating plants which make it difficult to see above them whilst sitting.
Once we reach dry land once again I snap a quick pic of the door grill, much to the amusement of the locals!