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Scaramouchine climbed Shwesandaw for the spectacular sunset, and discovered a bank of paprazzi waiting to shoot the dying rays. The ‘hordes’ agressively protected their position, perched on the top of the crumbling temple like vultures on a leaning tower, the peace of the Central Plain ruined by the vast crowd who with the definitive click of a DSLR rushed down en masse and into their waiting tour buses.