A Sea of Temples beneath my Feet - In a Balloon over Bagan
The flame hisses right above my head. A few roasted insects fall on my sweater. I shake them off, they fall a little forward, out and over the edge of the balloon basket. They plunge down almost 200 meters, landing on a field between some of the thousands of temples and stupas here in Bagan. We float on in our hot-air balloon above the vast plain, over the next sacral building, over ocher fields and dusty roads.
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