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    WEEK 6 TOURISM

    Translate these sentences into Vietnamese.


    1. At the end of the year, Myanmar was a bit chilly at dawn and at night, and warm when the sun
    peeped through the clouds. My days here always began before the sun rose, whether I was
    standing on the legendary U Bein Bridge in the heart of the last imperial capital Mandalay,
    wandering between myriad peaceful stupa temples in Bagan, or drifting upon vast Inle Lake in the
    Shan Highlands.

    2. My first stop was Mandalay, home to the world's longest teak wooden bridge, U Bein, which
    connects both banks of Taunghaman Lake, a symbol of this city. At any time of day, the bridge
    was always packed with traffic. If you like vibrant atmosphere, in the afternoon, step aboard one
    of the hundreds of passenger boats on Taungthaman Lake. For those seeking a more peaceful
    ambiance, travel to the far bank, where you will find only a few boats lying beneath flocks of
    birds and the bright sunset. Time seems to have stopped here.

    3. Leaving Mandalay I headed for Bagan - famous for its hundreds of stupa temples. At dawn, I
    cycled along dusty lanes beneath faded yellow street lights, then slowly climbed the steps of a
    stupa temple to watch the sunrise. I could see horse carts on a crooked road in the distance. In this
    absolute silence, faint pink clouds appeared on the horizon and slowly reddened, waking up a
    great crowd of stupa temples dotted amongst the lush greenery. The misty scene was mysterious
    and perplexing. When the sun cast its first rays through the windows of the stupa temple, I
    followed some little monks praying in a temple. Although I had no idea of their prayers' meaning,
    just the experience of being in this place was enough to give me a sense of inner peace.

    4. Afternoons in Bagan were a far cry from the peace of dawn, as throngs of visitors marched to
    sites to watch the sunset. There are many places from which visitors can admire the sunrise and
    sunset in Bagan, such as Shwesаndaw Temple, Руathetgуi Temple, and Муаuk Gum Temple
    (North Gun). When the last rays of the sun fell over the stupa temples, my journey began towards
    the land of the Intha natives who propel their boats with a single foot on Inle Lake.

    5. Leaving the dusty roads of Bagan behind, a night bus took nine hours to carry me to Inle Lake,
    the second largest freshwater lake in Myanmar Lying 800m above sea level, the weather here is
    cool all year round. Before 5am, the wharf was crowded with many boats carrying passengers to
    watch the sunrise. Boat engines hummed in the vast darkness. Boats ran along small canals.

    6. Having neared the lake’s center, the boats turned off their engines. In the ensuing silence of
    dawn, I could sometimes hear the soft echoing chants of fishermen at work. In the mist, "dancers"
    loom here and there - Intha men rowing their modest dugout canoes with a single foot, and
    holding big conical fishing nets in one hand. This scene reflects ordinary life on the lake. The
    beauty of the lake and the hills, the rising sun, and the fishermen going about their work created a
    unique concert of life right before my eyes.

    7. When the sun was high, my canoe passed hamlets, floating vegetable gardens and traditional
    craft villages. Overhead, crying seagulls hovered in the clouds. Just like that, the day raced by and
    the last gleams of sunshine died on the hills.

    8. Each passing day in Myanmar bound me more strongly to this land, and leaving deepened my
    nostalgia. I was nostalgic for the dawn, for the sunset, and above all, for the genuine Burmese
    people, their gentle footsteps in long longyi skirts, stripes of thanaka powder on their cheeks, and
    the rhyming well-wishing phrase - "Мingalabar" - that still echoes in my heart.

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