That turned out to be a good idea. I rode south for 15 minutes, found the village, and a rode in to its waterfront, where drying fish occupied the best beachfront property...
and the bay was filled with fishing boats, likely many of the ones we'd seen on the horizon at sunset.
Women were sifting...
and raking dried fish.
Yes, it reeked, but not as much as the Sittwe fish market, residue of which had clung to our sandals until we shampooed them.
The town had its own mermaid...
and a neat restaurant on a rock outcrop that was accessed by a breakwater, from where I was able to start a sketch of the bay and beach, and had a fine strawberry/banana/yogurt smoothie, and later a very good crispy fresh local fish in coconut sauce lunch for lunch.
On the way back I took a dirt road in to a pagoda that proved to be underwhelming, but the ride in and out took me through neighborhoods of friendly fishing families where the kids were coming home from school. I snapped one photo of someone's crab pots, but refrained from photos of the folks because it felt like an intrusion.
D had still not recovered by dinner time, and so I went on my own. I had a really fine red snapper with a mashed potato like pasta made of rice, I believe, and 5 or 6 kinds of roasted vegetables. Did I mention the amazing variety and quality of veggies in this country? We have been eating better on this trip than any other I can remember.
The puppeteers did the marionettes again, which in one way was disappointing, and in another not, because they did the cane ball thing all the way through this time, without any backstage drama.
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