Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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IT WAS NOT JUST
A CARD TRICK
The waters of Inle Lake are blue and so shallow you can see the
bottom on a cloudless day. This is where ladies bathe their
newborn babies. This is where the dead float with their eyes
toward the sky. This was where my friends came the morning of
Christmas Eve.
They were relieved to have left Lashio, where they had spent time
recovering from illness. To their delight, Walter had found an open­
ing at a resort on Inle Lake. There they could bide their time in lux­
ury until they picked up on their original itinerary in Burma. A bus
from Helo airport brought them to the busy dock in Nyaung Shwe
Town. While waiting for their luggage to be unloaded, Rupert tucked
his paperback under his arm, fetched out his newly acquired
caneball, and shuttled it back and forth between his knees. When he
tired of this, he bounced the basketball, leaping up and pretending