We were in a temple today (I have no idea which one - there are literally 4,000 temples in this small area that is Bagan) and there was a field trip going through, probably about 30 Burmese seven or eight year olds with two adults. We let them all go by and continued in the opposite direction (as one does when one encounters 30 second graders). We got about ten or fifteen feet down the hall when I started laughing right out loud. Raj asked me what was so funny and I pointed to the boy straggling behind, picking his nose.
There's always one.