Since the wee hours of this morn Bagan has been awake.  Bus loads of folk are coming into town for a local festival at one of the temples. 
The pickup trucks and any kind of people carriers are full. Every so often there is one thumping out music at full volume. They’re singing, dancing if they can and all this combined with the usual sounds of the motorbikes, horns and the like.  
It’s a wee place but by god it’s noisy. Tomorrow I’m moving on to Kalaw and then work my way south. I’m hoping that it might be a little kinder to the ears.