

Pathein, Myanmar
This morning as dawn breaks, I take a stroll along the beach towards the small pagoda built into a rock outcrop. A little girl, the sister of the boy who I chatted to last night, runs up to me with a bucket full of shells she has collected. We look up into the sky and across from the moon, an aircraft flies overhead. A different world and maybe a much more complex one to the simplicity of life here. I meet her Mum, sitting near the pagoda selling sticky rice...