Feeling the chilling wind of a 4:00 AM morning in Bagan, I walked gingerly toward the front desk manned by a drowsy staff member. I momentarily feared intruding on his quiet time when he suddenly rose from his chair and displayed a wide smile upon noticing my presence. "Welcome to Bagan Lodge, do you have a reservation?" he asked me, as if it was a normal occurrence for a guest to walk in during such ungodly hours. "Ah, yes," I said, then told him my name. "Oh, you are the travel blogger from the Philippines," he trailed his speech with an animated demeanor. I sighed a big relief, learning with finality that they were indeed sponsoring my three-night stay in Bagan.