I just love the unexpected gifts life brings.
Originally, I was supposed to take off at dawn from Mandalay and was looking forward enormously to flying over the local temples. The program was disrupted by the need to arrive earlier in Chongqing, and my departure was bought forward to 3:30 am, in inky blackness.
I was hardly airborne when illuminated pagodas swept away my disappointment. The spectacle fast became stunning, infinitely more beautiful than by day. Total darkness was punctuated with dozens of golden spots, each representing a temple glowing under floodlights. I fly north at low altitude up the Irrawaddy River, crossing Mandalay slowly. As slowly as possible…
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