|Ritual Chairs used to carry soon to be novice monks|
in a celebratory parade
|The detail in the older ritual chairs is incredible.|
|We received quite the welcome from the orphanage at|
the village of Kote Tat
|A stunning sunset while enjoying a complimentary Gin & Tonic|
tied up to the shore at Kote Tat
|Avalon Myanmar at the pottery village of|
Early in the morning I saw an old ox cart with wooden wheels going back and forth, past hundreds of large pots destined for hotels and office lobbies around the world, to the river’s edge being loaded with driftwood that is used to fire the village’s kilns (it does not burn as hot as regular firewood).
But what caught my attention were young woman placing two different colored hard clay stones into large bamboo baskets with a hoe, then having the one next to them assist putting it on her head and then carrying this heavy basket up a hill to a grinding machine. While it was harsh enough to bring thoughts of jail-like hard labor, somehow these women were clean, elegant and, in fact, almost regal in stature.
|A striking woman toiling in the hot sun hauling clay in Kyauk Myaung|
It was then up a short, but steep and uneven path, to a larger pottery works. (Many of the Avalon Myanmar guests could not make it up the path so they headed back to the ship…and this was the first time I heard the dreaded (to me) words, “You can stop at the souvenir shop on the way back.” Fortunately, the shops were just bits of pottery and nothing like was I am sure is yet to come.