Before every good sunrise, there is a dark night. Each morning in Bagan we woke in that dark night, dressed quietly, and jumped on a rented motorbike. With the help of our headlamps, we navigated our way through unmarked dirt roads and dusty trails, clambered onto the temples, and crawled higher and higher as we raced the oncoming sun. As it rose, the peaks of temples slowly became visible, and started three of the most memorable mornings of my life. Like clockwork, right before the sun broke free of the horizon, dozens of hot air balloons took flight. And just like that, Bagan stole my traveling heart.
Thank you NB for taking of few of me too! XO. (Also, take a moment to find the people on the temples above...... )