Shot in Dalah, Myanmar.
The pedicab I hired entered a narrow path between rice fields. After a short while, it stopped. The place was the entrance of a small village where I headed. The roads in the village seemed to be too small to run for not only for the automobiles but also pedicabs. So I got off the vehicle and was about to enter the village. It meant the beginning of a break time for the driver wearing a conical hat at the same time.
He took a cigar out slowly and lit it. And he started to smoke delightfully. It was the unexpected for me because he refused a cigarette when I offer him. Seemingly, he didn't like cigarettes, yet he liked cigars. Maybe cigarettes left something to be desired for him.
At any rate, many people smoked in Myanmar. It was still a smoking paradise. The anti-smoking campaign didn't get successful yet in this country.