It was touristic, but I liked it more than any of the other “floating something” I have visited in South East Asia so far.
The foot-rowing fishermen, the weavers in In Phaw Khone weaved expensive scarfs with lotus threads, the lunch accompanied by the continuous chants, the kids in school uniforms ran up and down the floating houses after school in Ywama, the narrow passages and the intersections, the occasional heads spotted between the plants at the floating gardens, the unnatural and slightly disturbing set up of Padaung ladies of the Kayan ethnic group weaved inside a shop, the passionate C9 photographers with their Canon cannons, the cats at Nga Phe Kyaung (also known as the Jumping Cat Monastery). the silversmith offered to clean my jewelry with a fruit but all I had for the whole trip was a pair of neon pink hearts.
