When I was very young, I used to travel with carts like this. Actually, I grew up in a small village near Moulmein, the capital of Mon State; the population was small and most were poor farmers. The name is 'Kwai-Wan' - I don't know how to translate it properly. In my village, most houses had a place to 'park' their carts and a place, like stables,for the oxen and cows which were used in both transportation and ploughing (plowing) the rice fields, and also other purposes.
As they have been used in rice fields, the Burmese believe they should not eat these animals because these animals feed them. In India, Oxen and cows are accepted as gods.
I had a few experiences with the carts other than traveling on them. I saw how people put the rims around the wheels. I heard people said how these animals could sense supernatural things and would refuse to go across usually a bridge. Every dusk, the animals were coming back into the village from grazing places nearby the villages.
I feel I miss my village.
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