Being short on Kyat and long on time for my last two days in Myanmar, I did a lot of walking around looking for something interesting.
In Bago, I succeeded.
I walked into this particular temple, and the resident monk was happy to show me around and point out the Buddhas, relics, and all the normal stuff.
At this particular Buddha, though, I couldn’t figure out what he was so excited about.
Until he pulled out a giant snake and carried it into the prayer hall.
Surprise!
I hope you left the snake in Myanmar!!
Wouldn’t fit into my backpack, unfortunately.
NO, NO, NO, I did not like that. You had better stay away from those kinds of places!! When you start dealing with those kinds of things I will have to let you have it real hard with my club. I know that you are laughing at me so just STOP it.This is my least favorite blog.
Cool,bring it to Baton Rouge!
It might eat that dog you guys have!