Myanmar is a country scattered with
extravagant gold drenched pagodas. Sprawling rice paddies and towering
mountains: where old Asia and the modern world have collided head on, at speed,
without braking. But what hits you the most is the kindness of its people.
There is a peaceful jolliness that resonates from its often very poor populace.
They will often meet you with beaming smiles as you look on and cheerful
singing when you are not.
My friend Julie and I spent our first
couple of days in Yangon; A bustling city, streets dotted with old colonial
buildings. Juxtaposed to the many much older golden monuments that filled the
cityscape. Like most of Asia, the streets are lined with vendors selling
everything from street food, clothes, to the latest smart phones. However
unlike most other Asian cities, Yangon is devoid of motorbikes and mopeds.
Somehow this did not make crossing the road any easier. Road rules are lax at
best. It is a thriving eco system of its own. It is however a great case in
favor of anarchy.
Our next stop was Mandalay - A vast city
with an almost village like feel. Dirt roads, mismatched buildings - old and
new, without uniform, side by side. A particular highlight was a chance
encounter with a group of young monks. They provided us with a guided tour of
some of Mandalay’s more famous pagodas. We shared an afternoon full of
conversation with our newfound friends. We sat at the top of Mandalay hill and
discussed our careers, our home countries, and our philosophies. After sunset
they invited us back to their University where we saw their dorm rooms, their
daily regime, and their love for pop music. They bought us cake and fetched us
water while we answered many questions about our culture and asked more about
theirs. ‘How do you feel?’ A question they asked on many occasions throughout
the day. A question I feel, all too often overlooked in the west.
We left for Bagan, an area with more than
3000 temples and a distinct touristy feel. However this is far outweighed by
its awe-inspiring views and intricate temples. Many hidden passages are to be
found, if only you have the will and the flashlight to venture into the
unknown.
Fashion in Myanmar is certainly worth a
mention. Nearly all adults maintain a traditional dress. For the men this
usually consists of a smart shirt with a skirt called a longyi The women either
wear a similar skirt (folded once across the body.) or a dress. Some of the
younger generation choose a much more western style with a Japanese influence.
Jeans and Tshirts for the boys. Skirts and tops for the girls.
Eating in Myanmar is cheap and easy. Simple
dishes are served with boiled rice encircled with small dishes of curry,
sauces, and salads. All for less than $3. Vegetarians out there will need to
consider and question a little more carefully. This is because often food comes
with meat by default or is cooked with meat stock. Just ask, they are very
accommodating and often have veggie options.
Transport is cheap. Prices for Taxis should
be agreed ahead of time. I found that after some brief haggling fares settled
about a third off of the original quote. Check with fellow travellers and your
hostel before you venture off to your next stop. Buses are the long distance
choice for most. Prices are currently around the $20 mark between Yangon,
Mandalay, and Bagan. An alternative is to take the train. Mixed reviews weighed
my decision towards the bus service. This isn’t to say that this isn’t a
preference for some backpackers.
Myanmar is a place of staggering beauty. As
yet un-spoilt by the tourism machine that now plagues it’s easterly neighbour
Thailand. You won’t come back to Myanmar for its dazzling Pagodas or its
bustling night markets. No, you will come back to once again experience its
cheerful, peaceful, and playful locals. I think Rudyard Kipling was quite right
when he said ‘It is quite unlike any place you know about.’
Loving the updates,
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Some serious Landscape \ architecture eye candy !
Loved you spent some time with monks, they exhume peace, somehow. Take it steady with the temples, you'll be templed out by the time you get to Japan!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're drinking it all in - ensure you tell us about it lol. Be safe.
Just updated the blog just for you Helen! :)
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