No one, that’s who.
Especially when it’s in a language that not only can you, heathen foreigner, not understand, but a language that the majority of locals don’t understand either.
It is a pleasant and not-at-all sleep-depriving experience.
Welcome to Full Moon of Tabaung, where:
The festival begins with a nakyake shitsu ceremony for offerings to the 28 Buddhas (from Taṇhaṅkara toGotama), followed by a 10-day, nonstop recital of the Patthana, Buddhist scriptures on the 24 causes of worldly phenomena
What Wikipedia fails to mention is that the chanting is done not in Burmese, which might give me a chance to practice my ever-so-slightly-improving language skills, but Pali, which does not.
It’s not actually as bad as all that, it’s kind of melodic, and because we’re on the ground floor with many buildings/tress/etc. between us and our local pagoda/monastery, it’s mostly a dull drone in our house. Our upstairs neighbours are not so lucky.
It’s also possible we have slightly lost count, so we’re not entirely sure when it’s going to end. Although at least it’ll be a nice surprise when it does.