Just some more Bagan panoramas, plus our horse and buggy. Our driver was about eight years old, and seemed very happy pretending to be old enough to be driving tourists around. His teeth were dyed bright red, like almost all rural Burmese, who chew betel all the time, notwithstanding its revolting cosmetic impact. The best decision we made on the trip was to ditch the tour bus and take the skinny horse and little red-toothed kid instead, since the whole spiritual quality of wandering around these abandoned places almost completely alone would have been ruined in a big group.