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"Shwezigon, Ananda, Thatbyinnu"

 

"Go away," Gonzales said to the tour cart that had rolled up

behind him. It would hold two dozen or so passengers in eight

rows of narrow wooden benches but was now emptyalmost all the

tourists would have joined the crush on the terraces of

Thatbyinnu, where they could watch the sun set over the temple

plain.

 

"Last tour of the day," the cart said. "Very cheap, also

very good exchange rate offered as courtesy to visitors."

 

It wanted to exchange kyats for dollars or yen: in Myanmar,

even the machines worked the black market. "No thanks."

 

"Extremely good rate, sir."

 

"Fuck off," Gonzales said. "Or I'll report you as

defective." The cart whirred as it moved away.

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Gonzales watched a young monk eyeing him from the other side

of the road, ready to come across and beg for pencils or money. 

Gonzales caught the monk's eye and shook his head. The monk

shrugged and walked on, his orange robe billowing.