Connor pointed. “This region of Myanmar was part of the Arakan Campaign in World War Two. The British took on the Japanese here and won.”
Shanti reached down and picked something up—a piece of worked stone. “This looks like part of a building.”
“Keep your eyes open.”
Then, ahead and to his right, he saw a strange vertical tangle of vines.
Rifle still in hand, he approached carefully. “I think I found the building.”
The bombed remains of a larger structure stood there, reclaimed by the forest, stairs crumbling, but paint still visible.
Shanti came up behind him. “I think this used to be amandir.”
“A what?”
“A Hindu temple.”