Beside the Dokhtawaddi River we
met an elderly lady sitting
'rolling her own', cheroots. I believe the
land and house she occupies belong to Mr. Charles and is earmarked for
bungalows to house the tourists they hope will come. She acts as
caretaker until the elusive planning permission is obtained
Had the cheroot only been
white I would have had the perfect picture of Kipling's Supu-Yaw Lat of
whom he wrote 'I seed' her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white
cheroot'
The fact he never went to Mandalay is neither here nor
there, perhaps he made it as far as Hsipaw, I hope so
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