Somewhere in the middle of nowhere I hit this postmodern bus stop. The colours don’t show the heat and the silence. It was amazing.

A small village of 300 houses is living of getting and drying fish during the summer in sunlight. Everything is used for selling, personal consumption and animal food. At 06:00 AM the40 boats are coming back from a whole night at sea. The men bring the fish ashore and the women start preparing. During the…

Where ever in the world you are the children keep on playing. In the faraway places in the mountains where people still live in wooden or bamboo houses the only toys are the things they invent themselves.

The older ladies of the Chin tribe are famous for their tattooed faces. The younger ones do not extend this habit because it is rather painful. Moreover the thanakha they put on their faces is for them much better and even nicer. So in the end these spectacular faces will disappear.

This time of the year the fisher men bring home mostly very young shrimps which are used for shrimps paste. The use of this paste is well known in Southern Eastern Asia. The way they sale their products is like an exchange by shouting.

On our way to the villages in the mountains we passed by a monastery with about only 20 novices. They were shy but soon became quite open and happy and kept on playing and laughing all the time.

The people of the Ann Hill Tribe are well known for their black teeth because of chewing specific leaves and some kind of tobacco. This group lives in a small village consisting of no more then 20 wooden houses. They are warm and friendly and invited us for lunch.