Sagar on the banks of the Beluo Chaung River, Burma.
Sagar, originally part of the Shan state once ruled by the Sabwas people, ruthlessly eliminated by the Burmese military dictator Ne Win who took power not long after the end of the second world war and is largely responsible for the destruction of Burma. The village itself is now little more than a crumbling, yet friendly, place reached by boat from Nyaung Shwe and taking around two and a half to 3 hours to reach. It is nonetheless a fascinating and worthwhile place to visit.
A recently restored Stupa, restoration in Burma favours restoring to what the Stupa would have looked like when first constructed.
Oxen are still very much a regular feature of the Burmese landscape, here pictured on the way home from a days work. These animals are very well looked after by the farmer.
The local convenience store.
Local weaver working with dried palm frond watched by her grandmother.
Weaving is a family affair with mother father and daughter all sharing the task. Life in this village is simple, but the people are incredibly welcoming and friendly.
The village streets are immaculately clean.
Restoration work scaffolding made from bamboo poles tied together.
A hidden gem. Most visitors to Sagar that I saw seemed to miss this Buddha completely as it is hidden away from the main trail.
Restoration of another of the Stupa continues.
The Stupa restorers on lunch break with young novice monks.
This novice monk was quite a character he was listening to rap music on his MP3 player and as you can see from his posture is very self assured and confident. He made me smile but also wonder how long such a free spirit would last within the confines of a monastery.
Children at play.
Sagar is an utterly enchanting place tucked away at the opposite end of Lake Inle and takes about 2.5 to 3 hours to reach by boat. It is none the less well worth the time and effort to reach.
What at first may look pretty ordinary can turn out to be extraordinary. Look closely at this picture and you will see the last visible remains of a Stupa being slowly but surely entombed in the roots of the tree.
The lake is used to transport goods both to and from the village.
Life along the shore of the lake.
Spotted this alter in the local community hall.