In the evening, we go to a Buddhist temple, either the Shwe Dagon or the Botataung. By dark, most of the tourists have departed, and the temple becomes all-Burmese. One-year-olds learn to walk under the watchful eyes of hundreds of bronze Buddhas. Pre-schoolers run around in what look like pajamas.
Our friend Khin explains that people don’t wear pajamas, so kids may as well wear them for every day. PJs do look cool and comfortable. And I did buy some white, thin cotton pajamas for meditating in Thailand, where it is customary for yogis to wear all white. Four weeks from now, I’ll be walking around a temple in my pajamas.
Ssssshhhhh. Don’t tell anyone that they’re pajamas.