My hotel room was crappy, but I was conveniently located right across the street from Shwezigon Paya, a temple with a large golden stupa. (At least this seemed convenient until the monks started chanting and music kicked in over a loudspeaker at five the next morning—then right when I got back to sleep, the hot air balloons drifted over town with their sighing sounds.)I walked along a colonnaded pathway to get to the temple from the road, following a few monks in dark red robes.
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