Our eyes met and the clouds parted. Like a choreographed dance, she moved towards me and I took a step back, our bodies in perfect unison. She reached for my breast but I turned away, not tonight. This one wasn't going to have me easily this night. A cry from the crowd and my gaze was averted. She stepped in and pinned the paper butterfly to my shirt "for good luck." "I give you present, now you give me present", she cried triumphantly, "500 kyat". Sighing, I picked up the soccerball and returned to the game... This is life in Myanmar, where people are still Beckham crazy. BAGAN is incredible. After Mandalay, I instantly felt calm and at home here, it's really pleasurable cycling around. It's hard to comprehend - over 2000 temples and stupas and
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