I was waiting to be picked up one day when this truck load of monks came past, all crammed in, fans held high to block the sun. When they saw me standing by the rubbish heap many craned to see me and smiles appeared.

Watermelon sellers are common sights particularly around traffic junctions like the ferry terminal to Dalah.

A chook seller and his bicycle board the ferry to Dalah.

Myanmar breakfast – what the hotel served me every morning.

One afternoon the driver, Joseph, and I passed this pagoda on the way home. It was lit up with gorgeous afternoon light and when I commented he insisted we stop so I could photograph it.

The Dalah pagoda.

Nuns walking a leafy street in Dalah. Dalah is across the water from Yangon and a world away in terms of pace, housing and lifestyle. Leafy streets like this are common and old wooden houses.

Washing clothes by the main road near my hotel.

A night market I took the kids to. These are common in Yangon at night or early morning. The candles are used to light their produce as electricity is unavailable or unreliable.

Trishaw drivers catch up on some gossip in Dalah.

The rubbish heap near the hotel.

Monks collecting alms on the busy road outside my hotel.

Produce is piled into a passing train at the busy Danyingone railway station.

A monk gets a birdseye view on the ferry to Dalah.

The Danyingone railway market.

Kids feeding birds from the ferry to Dalah.

The Danyingone railway market.

I was waiting for transport and this girl asked me to take her photo. I was happy to oblige. She has thanaka on, a kind of sunscreen and beauty product they use.

A brickmaker takes a break for his photograph.  They were making bricks by the side of the road by the busy Aung Mingalar bus station.

Brick makers unload a truckload of sand onto the road.

Chinlone is played everywhere around Myanmar.

Crabs are unloaded at the Aung Mingalar bus station.

Door bells. Pull on these clips to get the attention of those on the floors above and/or attach something to them for a fast delivery.

The father of this child asked me to photograph his wife and child. She had no problem with me taking this photograph or in breastfeeding so publicly. Family is important in Myanmar and no doubt the man wanted me to document his family.

Glorious golden flowers at a pagoda that remind me of the beauties of Myanmar and how these people appreciate nature.