article_snippet: The first thing I did when I got to my cabin was throw open the French doors and step on to the veranda.
article_snippet: The first thing I did when I got to my cabin was to clamber on to the fluffy nest of a bed and enjoy the sight of a new world sliding past my windows.
article_snippet: At this point, I promised myself that one day I would lie there and watch the sunrise.
article_snippet: One day I found myself wandering along a dusty path, wilting in the heat.
article_snippet: Next morning I was up before the sun had even thought about rising.
article_snippet: the hot air balloon sighed into the sky just in time for the sun to rise over the 2,000 temples of Bagan.
article_snippet: The early morning sunlight shone through the mist, picking out temples and pagodas with golden sparks.
article_snippet: Moments later, a harvest moon peeped over the horizon, lighting up the river.