The time Jacob and I crashed a Hindu prayer ceremony on our motorcycle journey across Burma. The music was deafening and glorious. Added bonus -- our new friends took us to see Pioneer, a sparkling new rest stop on the Mandalay - Yangon highway. Bright lights, expensive tea, slightly sinister water features. The American fever dream.
Just sold our bikes for fistfulls of very low denomination currency. My bike came secondhand with these two keychains. I dug the guitar and was somewhat confused about the purpose of the metal stick. Just found out it's an old earwax cleaner. And it rode in my pocket halfway across this country...
Our Burma moto trip continues. At this point we're just stopping in villages and asking, through a series of increasingly desperate grunts and hand gestures, if anyone around plays music. Some limited success. A lot of sitting around watching people do their thing. A Karen village near the border with Bago region.