Jumping cats and such

Here is the famed Jumping Cat Monastery. It has another name, but that's not important. It sits on stilts and a small island in the middle of the lake.


The talented cat from another point of view. The cat-wrangling monk spoke pretty good English, so we chatted for a bit. He said he had been at the monastery for 8 years, and came from 'a mysterious town West of Mandalay.' When I asked him to explain, he said 'it's a mystery.' Explanation enough.


Boatloads of Burmese were visiting the temple as well. Okay, one boatload of Burmese was visiting the temple. They were very friendly, as were all the Burmese we talked to, saw, passed, etc.

At another stop on our lake tour, Katherine once again was the target of New Year's wishes, as expressed by pouring water on her. She was a good sport.