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A remote village on the road from Monywa. We stopped the car near the people gathering along the road and around the football field. The temple hung a set of Argentina team soccer shirts at the entrance door, these were to be blessed and given to the winning team of the match.

The temple was bustling with activity and people preparing the alms for the monks : on this festival day, the villagers would pay hommage and offer their favorite monks any presents such as food, money, plates, glasses or whatever that would please or help them... briefly said, Christmas and boxing day in august.

Our arrival suddenly increased the level of chaos, the attendance around the football grounds turned their head from the match, they seemed more interested in what we were doing. Like a caravan in a western movie, we were soon circled by the indians who turned out to be Burmese kids.

I stupidly started taking photographs and showed them on my camera's LCD... there was a sort of panic, the people at the football ground crossed the road rushing at me to see the photos on the stamp size LCD. The referee decided to stop the match.
There was now a thicker crowd than for Elizabeth's jubilee, I told my wife to waive her hand and smile.

We sheltered into the temple, bumping into nearly half the population of Burma. Warmly welcomed, we were told to take place near the central stupa, where we could better see the whole ceremony... if ever the zillion kids wanted to go off us.

On the loudspeaker, someone repeated what sounded like orders in Burmese, he apparently started to get on his nerves. most of the people prefered to stay by us, just in case something (?), rather than going back to their expected place for the ceremony... at last a row of monks came and the alms could commence...

Hiding from my fan club, I spotted a colorful wall, at the end of the alms line, where I could shoot the monks carrying their presents... I pretended to shoot the opposite way so that kids are in my back and therefore kept the monks frame clear. I simply had to turn round swiftly and shoot from the hip... It didn't last long until they dig the move, 3 monks later I couldn't shoot anymore : the yellow wall you see in the back was then covered with kids' faces, teeth and smiles...

Back to this monk, he was one of the villagers' favorite : he had his bowl full, he had to hire a kid to carry his presents. Certainly a good man, it shows on his face.

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