Shot in the city of Dalah, Myanmar.
Getting on a pedicab, I came to a small fishing village along the Yangon river. The fishes sold in the Yangon were caught by fishermen in these small villages. It seemed not to be a time for fishing when I came here. Many boats were moored by the side of a subsidiary stream. Some of them were shored. And I found a man standing beside one wooden boat.
He wore a Longyi and a metal bowl was in his left hand. He just repaired his vessel's bottom. A thickened liquid was in the bowl and he painted it on the body. Looking closer, he plugged a crack with the liquid. Maybe it was painted to protect the vessel from a water leakage. Anyway, he did it in a careful manner. Watching him, it started to drizzle. Yet he kept working without saying a word.