Happy birthday to… this blog!

I’ve now been on the road for one whole year! Unbelievable but true! I’ve put together some videos to celebrate and to help me get my head around just how much we’ve seen and done these past 365 days. 🙂 Enjoy!



Myanmar (Burma)





My new (miraculously NON-food-related!) obsession

Not only Roman’s cold, but now pouring rain is keeping us from the Angkor temples – another perfect day for catching up on the blog and researching our next stop: Vietnam. 🙂

Here’s a post on something that’s become a bit of an obsession for me: Sarongs!

Most people associate sarongs with flowy, light-weight beach wear – a quick google search shows the same tendency. http://hubpages.com/hub/How-to-Wrap-a-Sarong

This is not the sort of sarong I am talking about. My obsession is with the traditional cotton wrap skirt that we’ve encountered all through Asia.

My obsession started in Myanmar, where this type of clothing is called a longyi, and both women AND men where it, albeit in different styles. With a little encouragement from my friend Ohmar, I started to learn how it was worn, and even bought an inexpensive acrylic version from the market in Bahmo. I couldn’t stop worrying about my technique though and was constantly nervous that the skirt, secured only by my inexperienced wrapping and tucking, would fall down at any second. After a couple of self-conscious wearings, I gave up and shipped it home.

My mother loves to quilt and I love to shop for exotic materials for her while I’m here in Asia. A couple of months after Myanmar, I was with my friends Juelle and Donovan at the weekly market in Ban Krud when some gorgeous cotton material caught my eye. I picked up one purple and one orange bit for my mom, only to discover when I got back to the hotel that they’d already been sewn up: the ends of the rectangular material are sewn together to create a tube of cloth forming a longyi or, as it’s known in Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, a sarong! Always eager to play dress up with local fashion, I couldn’t help myself – I tried one on and this time it stuck. My wrapping technique still wasn’t great but the material was too pretty to be ignored. I kept one for myself and felt like a tropical goddess wearing it around, despite my fears of coming unwrapped! 🙂

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My second sarong/longyi purchase and the one that really started it all

This was the beginning of the obsession! The gorgeous colors and patterns draw me in; despite the fact that I am probably ending up with far more sarongs than I will every possibly need, still I have to pick up at least one in every country we visit. I’ve been practicing loads and am no longer scared of the skirt falling off while I’m walking around. 🙂 (It does happen sometimes that it starts to get loose – then I just do like the locals and re-adjust and fasten where ever I happen to be.)

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The sarong I picked up in Laos

Here in Cambodia, I bought an unfinished bit of material, and the friendly seamstress who sewed it up for me gave me some more pointers on how the locals work their wrap – check the photographic step by step guide below. 🙂

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My latest purchase from Battambang, Cambodia

As much as I love the sarongs for comfort and fashion reasons, the best thing about them is quite possibly the reaction they get from locals. They’re beautiful and make great souvenirs in my opinion yet I never see other Westerners wearing them, and from folks’ reactions, neither do they. Walking around in one inevitably draws stares, smiles, laughter and friendly comments.

In Ko Lanta I got thumbs up from local women, in Kratie I got a kick out of the old man who, after I was pointed out to him by a friend, emphatically exclaimed “Oh my God!”. Here in Siem Reap, a friendly young woman in a store I was shopping with told me how she loves to wear sarongs at home even though her mother makes fun of her for it (while people almost exclusively wear them in Myanmar and lots of women in Laos wear them, it’s much less common to see sarongs here in Cambodia, especially in younger people and less rural areas), and said it made her very happy to see me in one. 🙂

How to wear a sarong – the southeast Asia way

I’m sure there is a more accurate/articulate way to explain this but hopefully it makes some sense. As with most things, I’m finding practice makes perfect! 🙂

The ends of the sarong material are sewn together to create a tube:

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The sarongs I’ve bought are really long (and while I’m short, most Cambodian women we’ve met are even shorter!). I asked the seamstress if she could hem it for me but she said that’s not done. Instead, you can adjust the sarong by folding the top of the material until it’s at your desired length.

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Pull the sarong strongly to one side. Hold the material to your hip to create a crease, pulling the extra material strongly away from your body.

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Keeping the material secure at your hip with your hand, fold and wrap the extra material tightly around the front of your legs.

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Pull the top corner of the extra cloth out and up, against the inner layer of cloth.

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Tuck the upper corner of the outer cloth into the skirt. This is usually where locals stop; I like to tuck down the edges of the skirt for extra security! 🙂

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The finished product! Typically the women I’ve seen wear the sarong with their shirt tucked into it, as in the photo.

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One Beerlao for the road

There’s still more Laos back-filling to do on this blog, not to speak of Thailand and even Myanmar, but for now I want to look forward to our next stop.

Tonight’s our last night in Laos. We’re currently at pretty much the southern most point in the country, a cluster of islands on the Mekong river called Si Phan Don (the four thousand islands).

We’ve had a lovely day and a half here, enjoying Laos up to the last moment our visa remains valid. Bike and boat tours have brought us even closer to, a figurative arm’s reach away from, our next destination: Cambodia.

Tomorrow morning we’ll board a bus that will take us across the border and on to Kratie, our first stop in the new country.

Travel homework

I’ve always tried to do a bit of reading ahead about where we’re going to next, at the very least picking my way through the introductory chapters of the Lonely Planet. But I knew just enough about Cambodia’s recent history to realize I needed to know more before we got there. I wanted to be an informed visitor, but, having heard about people’s impressions of places like the genocide museum and killing fields, I also wanted to know how much I might need to brace myself.

I’ve been reading Cambodia’s Curse by Joel Brinkley.

(Side “gear” note – most books I read are on my iPhone – although it will never be the same as reading a physical book, you just can’t beat that for portability! The other downside – the limited selection and not always being able to preview books in Apple’s online store. There may be better books on Cambodia out there, but this seemed to be one of the most recent, and most relevant to what I wanted to learn about.)

I’m well more than three-fourths of the way through at this point. So far it’s provided an overview of the country’s history – ancient, the events leading up to and during Khmer Rouge times and, foremost, what’s been happening since then. One of the book’s main thrusts seems to be that the massively corrupt government has been and continues to be enabled and condoned by the international community for multiple reasons. Throughout the chapters runs a litany of horrific crimes committed against the Cambodian people – post the Khmer Rouge regime. I’m more or less up to 2008 in the chronology and I’m beginning to give up my hopes for some sort of “happy” ending to the book.

Homework round 2

I know though it’s always best to take everything with a grain of salt (just take a look at all the comments about Cambodia’s Curse in the link), and reading all this has only made me more curious to see the country and its people for myself. Brinkley makes comparisons between Cambodia and Myanmar (a country with an even worse rap than Cambodia that we are SO glad we visited) and Thailand and Vietnam feature regularly in the book, but Laos is hardly ever mentioned.

Laos has had its own share of hardships – it’s been eye-opening to learn about the bombings that took place here during the Vietnam war (apparently it is the most bombed country in the entire world. See some quick facts here.) – yet most of the Laotians we met have been among the most welcoming, easy-going folks we’ve encountered on our trip so far and while there is no doubt it’s a poor country, it has felt, to us at least, safe and not without its dignity, despite the poverty.

So, I wanted to get some additional context beyond the utterly bleak picture painted in the book. Statistics may be flat compared to the stories Brinkley recounted – and I don’t in any way discount the suffering he describes – but it was still interesting to learn that in terms of figures, Laos and Cambodia seem to be running a tight race.

Just the facts

Both countries have a very young population (a median age of 22.9 in Cambodia, compared to 21 in Laos) with a similar life expectancy of around 62.5 years – the lowest among all their neighbors, including Myanmar. Both countries also have higher infant mortality rates than their neighbors (Myanmar, Thailand and Vietnam).

In fact both countries are by and large markedly worse off than those neighbors, except in certain areas where Myanmar is in similar or worse shape (i.e. unemployment – 5.7% in Myanmar versus 3.5% in Cambodia and 2.5% in Laos. Myanmar also tops the list of the largest chunk of the population under the poverty line – 32.7%. No wonder since their GDP per capita is also the lowest, at USD 1,400 per year. In Cambodia it’s USD 2,100, in Thailand USD 8,700).

Literacy in both places is the lowest of the five countries at around 73% (the neighbors are at around 90% or higher). Cambodia provides safe drinking water to more of its population than Laos; Laos has got Cambodia firmly beat for sanitation facility access however. Around 87% of Laos’ roads are unpaved; in Cambodia it’s around 92%.

(PS – thanks to the CIA World Factbook for all those figures.)

So what

I am no statistician and can’t and don’t want to read too much into those figures. But I’m glad I’m aware of them if only for the reason that they are reminding me to keep my eyes and heart open. If the figures for Laos are so poor and yet this country and the people we’ve met here have been so beautiful and uplifting, what can expect of Cambodia? We’ll see how it goes once we’re there, but I suppose the (informed) answer for now is: nothing and everything.

In the mean time, farewell for now Laos, and thanks for all the beer! 😉

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Our last Beerlao in Laos!

Sacred Kyaiktiyo

Our final stop before returning to Yangon was one of the most holy sites in all of Myanmar: the magical and majestic Golden Rock, or Kyaiktiyo (pronounced something like “Chai-tea-oh” in Burmese).

This significant Buddhist pilgrimage site is focused on a massive, holy, golden boulder perched precariously on the edge of a mountain and topped with a stupa. Devotees believe is the rock floats just above the ground against a backdrop of breathtaking nature, balanced on a single hair from the original Buddha. The complex is accessible only by foot and apparently can only be reached during the dry season. (More info if you’re interested)

The place sounded spectacular and fascinating. We really wanted to see it but were rapidly running out of time before our flight, so we decided to travel American style, doing a whole lot of traveling for a short stay. 😉

We got up early at Inle Lake and got a cab to the Heho airport – about an hour’s drive. A slightly longer flight took us to Yangon, where we caught another cab to the bus depot. We got slightly hustled at the station – we paid for what we thought was the first class bus direct to Kinmun, the small town that serves as a base camp for the site. We ended up on a “local” bus that made a ton of stops and dropped us off at the town on its route that was a bit further from Kyaiktiyo. To get to Kinmun, we took motorbike cabs – our packs wedged in front of the driver while we sat on back and could enjoy the gorgeous scenery and late afternoon sun as we made our way over the curving roads. It was unexpected but the nicest part of the journey.

We sorted out a hotel and transport back to Yangon for the next day. The last bus left at 2 in the afternoon, so if we got up at a decent hour we could make it up the mountain for an hour or two visit to the Golden Rock and still be back in time.

There are two ways to make it up the mountain. Ambitious people with more time than we had can walk one or both of the ways along mountain paths. For us, it was the more standard method. Good sized flat bed trucks, kitted out with tremendously narrow wooden benches in the back, regularly transport visitors from Kinmun to the highest vehicle-accessible point on the mountain. From there, it’s about a 45 minute walk the rest of the way along a steep, twisting, shop-laden road to the entrance of the complex.

The trucks start running around 6 a.m. We didn’t quite make it on the first departure, but it was still pretty early and a morning chill hung in the air when we climbed from the concrete platform into the still relatively empty bed of the truck. The drivers don’t leave until they’ve packed as many people as physically possible into the back, so we ended up sitting around for about 45 minutes until the rows of passengers began to resemble a can of sardines.

We were really astounded how many people they managed to squeeze into the space. They may do this for financial reasons, but it could also be a safety measure. The ride up and down the mountain is like a roller coaster without the safety bar and being packed in so tightly may prevent passengers from flying out over the edge! We happened to be at the front both times, so could brace ourselves against the wall in front of us; even so I came out of the ride with some black and blue marks, and I don’t know what folks in the middle of the truck did to stop from bashing into each other on some of the more dramatic hairpin turns! 🙂

After the wild and wonderful ride up, we began the walk to Kyaiktiyo. It’s not too long, but it is pretty steep, so I paced myself and enjoyed the amazing views over the valley and some nice people watching while Roman powered ahead. We met up at the entrance and had our first view of the floating Golden Rock together.

I have to say, it IS pretty darn spectacular. 🙂 The giant boulder has been completely covered in gold and was lit up by the morning sun as we approached it. It looks like someone has gone and carved away the earth beneath it; how it may have come to be sitting so perfectly on the edge of a mountain defies easy explanation. I couldn’t get up close – only men are allowed direct access, but even from a distance, it is impressive!

Like at all other buddhist sites we’d visited so far, the vibe was peaceful while still being lively. There was a good number of pilgrims and monks wandering around, chatting with friends, sitting in prayer and making offerings, but it didn’t feel crowded at all. The air up there is crisp and clean and full of cheeky swallows winging wildly about – it actually made me a bit homesick for Switzerland (in a nice way 🙂 )

After we’d gotten our fill of all the gorgeous sights, it was time to head back down the mountain. Another looooong wait till the truck was filled meant that we made it to town just in time to grab our things, check out and hop on the bus to back to Yangon.

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Pilgrims arriving at the truck station in the morning

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A first view of the Golden Rock

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Male pilgrims affixing gold leaf to the rock

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A Buddhist nun lighting a candle in offering

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Applying gold leaf

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The view from the mountain

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If you didn’t feel like walking the last 45 minutes to the complex, it was possible to be carried up! Can’t believe people actually do this, but this guy seemed to really get into the part. 🙂

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Stopping for some fresh coconut on the way back down – unfortunately I think I got a tainted coconut because I got sick soon after.

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Burmese soda on sale at one of the small road-side shops

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Pilgrims piling into the truck

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On the way down we shared the front bench with a group of very sweet older women all dressed in matching traditional garb. This is them, holding on for dear life on the truck ride down the mountain. It was risky letting go to take the photo but I’m glad I did. 🙂

Silver waters, golden sun: Inle Lake

Accommodation notes

Inle Lake (pronounced In-lay) was another two night, one full day affair, resting and setting up logistics the day of arrival and then doing the heavy-duty sight-seeing the next day. We had a very early departure from Bagan, but our hotel (New Park – definitely recommendable for the price. Simple, clean, nice staff) was kind enough to make us breakfast ahead of their schedule and arrange for a ride to the airport. Still, even with a couple of cups of decent coffee in me (i.e. not three-in-one 😉 ), I was still feeling pretty bushed by the time we arrived at Heho airport.

Our next hotel, May Guest House, was a short walk away from the busier water-front area of Nyaungshwe (the town at the edge of Inle Lake and the launching point for many of the tourist activities) and was very welcoming. Upon arrival, the friendly owner set us up with two generous pots of coffee in the cute (but chilly in the morning!) garden breakfast area, and helped us to set up the customary long-tailed boat tour for the next day.

True Myanmar, despite the tourists

Inle Lake, like Bagan, is one of Myanmar’s primary tourist attractions. A shallow but good sized lake (about 44 square miles according to Wikipedia), it’s shores, tributaries and the lake itself are full picturesque stilt villages around and on the water and some prime opportunities to experience Burmese culture, from local crafts to specialized fishing techniques to crumbling temple ruins.

It’s possible to rent a canoe and paddle around certain areas, but the most effective and common way to get around is to hire a motor boat. There are lots of popular and programmed stops along the water where tourists will tend to end up coagulating. Some of it can feel a bit contrived, like the many artisan shops where you wander through with the other westerners, get a cup of green tea and a demonstration and then of course ample time to window shop and hopefully buy a souvenir or two. Even though it’s less than subtle, the traditional crafts were beautiful and the techniques demonstrated very interesting, and the people working in the shops were always genuinely friendly and not pushy at all to us. Additionally, as Roman pointed out, having these areas where tourists gathered did seem to preserve some real space and privacy for the lake’s residents.

This point aside, Inle Lake was just stunning and definitely worth the visit. We were out on the boat all day long. We witnessed the sun burning the blue-grey morning mist off the waters, revealing fishermen with their distinctive rowing technique, one leg wrapped around the oar, as well as set in a blaze of gold that splintered across the lake as we sped through crisp, cold air back to Nyaungshwe.

In between we got to visit temples, workshops, a heritage house that was also home to the relatively rare Burmese cat and to float through some absolutely gorgeous stilt villages and floating gardens. The homes on the water just took my breath away. Some of the neighborhoods had houses different from the traditional bamboo homes that I was enchanted by in Bhamo, these were more sturdy looking wood structures and often painted with primary reds or blue accents – something about them actually made me think a bit of an old New England fishing town. 🙂

Other bits

I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking but I want to make sure I also remember a few things from our time in Naungshwe.
– Our first night when we were wandering trying to get our bearings, we ended up basically in someone’s back yard – they were so friendly and tried to be helpful despite the intrusion and language issues. It was cool to see their and other traditional houses, like the kind I’d admired from the boat up the Irrawaddy, up close. Some had no electricity and you could see lantern flames flickering inside and the family’s livestock hanging out under the house. Made me wonder how they kept warm as I was pretty chilly at night, even in our more sturdy hotel.
– The lovely restaurant with the friendly owner and his super cute little daughter who biked and laughed and played the whole time we were there. She was SO loved and so cute!
– Rescuing the stray kittens from the pack of street dogs. Wish I could have taken all three of them along with us!

Photo impressions

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Fishermen in the morning. The boats they use are so shallow, from a distance sometimes it almost looks like they are standing on the water

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The traditional rowing technique

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Tourists bargaining over trinkets

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Traditional Burmese puppets at one of the first (and most touristy) shops we visited. They had some women from the long-neck tribe working there and everyone was taking photos of them like they were a zoo display – made me feel really uncomfortable. No other place we visited was like that at all thank goodness. The puppets were really lovely though.

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Football by the water’s edge

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Amazing ruins at Shwe Inn Dain Pagoda

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The ruins outside the main temple were awesome – overgrown and silent. We were the only ones there and couldn’t help feeling a bit like Indian Jones. 🙂

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Water jugs inside the temple

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Amazingly beautiful houses! I love the electricity poles in the water. 🙂

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House detail. So many of them had lovely verandas with pretty potted houseplants. I really like the simple but lovely stairs leading down to the water too.

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Detail from one of the workshops we visited where people created thread from lotus plants and silk, died the materials and wove beautiful materials that became scarves, longyis, ties, shirts… Our tour guide at the shop was a chill young man and the place and goods were all gorgeous. If only we weren’t traveling light… In the photo: A woman works the wooden loom with her feet.

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At the Inthar Heritage House, where they have a lovely home for dozens of cuddly Burmese cats. They are gorgeous animals and known for how affectionate they are. Their trademark is to jump up and hang out on people’s shoulders. I had one do this nearly as soon as we got into their enclosure and it was sweet and lovely – until the thing sneezed kitty snot all over me! 🙂 Our very sweet host at the House was mortified and helped clean me up. 🙂

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The house itself was also amazing. A project of love for the woman who owns it, it was reconstructed from old wood and is full of her family memorabilia. Very gorgeous and another inspiration for my future dream home. 🙂

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Stilts reflecting in the water

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Our boat driver taking a break in the late afternoon sun

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A woman trimming cheroots at the last workshop we visited

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Cheroot filling

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Homes, hill and lake in the afternoon sun

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Another gorgeous house

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Sun setting beyond the floating gardens on our way back

The land of a thousand temples

Our next destination after Mandalay was Bagan, another major tourist stop in Myanmar, and with good reason. Quoting from Lonely Planet’s description: “Bagan fills a 26-sq-mile plain of 4000-plus temples that date back centuries. It’s one of Myanmar’s most wondrous sights and rivals Cambodia’s Angkor Wat in terms of scope and jaw-droppability. ”

We weren’t sure exactly what to expect, but it sounded impressive and we wanted to make sure we had a chance to see it before we left the country.

But first we had to get there.

Ghost airport

After breakfast the next morning, we got a cab to Mandalay’s airport. We drove for nearly an hour, emerging from the dusty city streets full of the rumble and hustle of rusty buses, rickety cars, skinny trishaw drivers to yet another empty Burmese highway. The airport itself was also surreal.

Seemingly in the middle of no where, we approached it on a wide, sweeping, drive that was devoid of any signs of life. The airport looked new and modern and big enough to handle a good deal of air traffic. However, when we got inside, we found only a small crowd waiting in one end of the cavernous, pristine arrivals hall, where the gift shop and cafe nooks stood sadly empty.

The security check was essentially a glance at the outside of our passport, and although the airport had eight of them, all passengers were directed to the same gate. There we waited while flights were announced by clipboard-carrying airport staff calling them out to the crowd and two TVs suspended from the ceiling played the government sponsored channel (shows included a pair of hands playing songs on a piano for a half hour, a recording of a Buddhist ceremony and what looked like a tourism-type famous-sights-of-Myanmar infomercial). By far the most subdued and bizarre airport I’ve ever been to!

The land of a thousand temples

The flight to Bagan was easy. Before we knew it, we were descending over a green and yellow landscape and already catching glimpses of a few of the ancient brick pagodas the region is famous for. We had an easy ride to the hotel, and spent the rest of the day settling in, exploring the neighborhood and grabbing a bite to eat.

The next day was our only full day in Bagan. Ideally, one would have a bit more time to explore and soak it all in, but since we didn’t have this luxury, we opted to hire a guide and horse cart to make sure we saw as much as possible. Aung just happened to be the first driver/guide we met, but he turned out to be lovely, friendly and easy-going and we enjoyed the tour he gave us very much (phone number 0947208587 in case you ever happen to be in Bagan! 😉 ). It was also nice to see how healthy and cared for his horse seemed to be – in India the horses always seemed painfully neglected, skinny and threadbare.

Aung took us to 9 different sites over the course of the day (with a break for lunch in between). For those who are interested, I’ll include a list of the sites we visited below, but as amazing as each individual temple was, when it comes to Bagan, the sum is greater than its parts.

The landscape is just magical. The climate was very different from the north, with a touch of sun-baked partial desert to it like the American southwest or Italy’s Umbria. We were really enjoying trundling along the dusty, scrub-lined roads, cooking in the heat of the sun reflected of the stone courtyards of the gold gilded pagodas or escaping it in the cool, dark atmospheric tunnels of the ruins. But it wasn’t until we emerged from one such tunnel at the top of an old temple high enough to see the expanse of the Bagan plains below us that we were hit by the full majesty and beauty of the place. The entire landscape, as far as the eye could see, even on the distant edge of the flatlands where they began to blur into the far hills and river was dotted with hundreds upon hundreds of pagodas. The full effect of this sight is indescribable. Roman and I could only sit one those ancient bricks and let it watch over us. We didn’t want to leave, but were rewarded later with an even more spectacular vista from another building (Okyaung Gyi) at sunset.

The final highlight of the tour came after the sun had set. Riding through the dark, Aung took us to one last temple, where a ceremony was being held. We heard music as we entered but still were surprised when we rounded a corner and discovered about 25 people sitting around in one of the rooms. The majority of them were in front of a large buddha statue, and were the source of the hypnotic, soothing chanting that reverberated around and outside the temple. A few others were further back in the room, socializing, drinking and eating and smoking. We plopped down in a corner just to enjoy the scene, but soon were being handed tea, tea leaf salad and even a cigarillo by some of the lovely folks there. It was just magic.

With floating hearts, we finally left the temple to head back to the hotel. I was dreaming, enjoying the feeling of cool night descending as we moved through dark streets, when suddenly, something caught my eye. The profiles of two people on the side of the road looked awfully familiar. We asked Aung to stop and I hopped off the cart to go greet Elmer and Ohmar who had themselves just gotten to Bagan! Another happy crossing of paths and another lovely night of food, beer and conversation. 🙂 We also had another flight the next morning to our next stop – Inle Lake, so eventually the evening wound. At this point our intended destinations were diverging, so we said goodbye – till Yangon.

Our itinerary

These are the sites Aung took us too. Apologies for any spelling mistakes.

1.Shwezigon Pagoda
2.Kyansit Thar Cave
3.Tha Gya Hit
4.Ananada Temple
5.Menyein Gon
8.Okyaung Gyi

Photo impressions

None of my pictures can convey the incredible vast vista or atmosphere of the place – I’m sure you can find much better with a quick search on-line. I have included a couple of my attempts to capture it, but most of these are just snapshots of some of the details of our time in Bagan.

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Young novice at Shwezigon Pagoda

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Tile floor inside one of the temple

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Roman bargaining with one of the vendors outside Shwezigon

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Old wall painting inside one of the temples

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Big buddha inside a shadowy temple

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Money in one of the donation boxes at (I am pretty sure) Ananda Temple

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Devotees entering one of the temple’s rooms

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In a wall alcove

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Door detail

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Roman ascending Menyeingon (I think) to take in the amazing view. None of the temples had lighting or hand rails or anything like that. Outside that patch of light it was practically pitch dark inside. Loved it. 🙂

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Temples as far as the eye can see!

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Temple detail

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Woman praying before a massive reclining buddha (note the eye and eyebrow…)

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Sunset from Okyaung Gyi. Another bigger-than-life sun!

A day (and a bit) in Mandalay

After having that darn “Road to Mandalay“ song in my head nearly the whole time we’d been in Myanmar, I was happy to have the chance to see the actual place. The first hotel and neighborhood we’d stayed at when we were catching the ferry had left a pretty grungy impression. Though the city does have a bit of a run down feel, it came across as much more charming on our second meeting.

Given the day we lost when the boat got stuck, we had even less time than we’d planned in Mandalay but it felt like we managed to see a good amount in and around the city. There was a mix up with our hotel reservation, so the first day was all about sorting out a place to stay (we ended up at the Silver Star which was didn’t have much personality but otherwise just fine), reviving and getting cleaned up from the train journey, sorting out food (dinner was at a Lonely Planet recommendation called Nepali Food. We were waited on by the sweet teenage daughter of the owner who sang or did her homework at the back of the restaurant when she wasn’t working. The thali was great and it was fun to eat by candle light when the power to the street got cut).

We set out the next morning, our only full day in the city, with a laundry list of things we wanted to see. We hired a trishaw driver to take us to our first spot but hadn’t got very far before we heard someone calling our names. Who did we see but Elmer peddling madly after us on a bicycle! He and Ohmar just happened to be eating on the street by our hotel and had seen us through the restaurant window as we wheeled by. It was such a nice surprise, and we arranged to meet them for dinner after our sight seeing.

Sights and activities

Our first stop was an area of the city known as the monks’ district. The draw was an old teak wood monastery. We didn’t end up managing to find it, but we loved wandering around the quiet neighborhood, which had a lovely, gentle energy about it. We spent time at an open air tea shop, drinking three-in-one coffee sweetened (as if it needed more sugar!) with condensed milk and people watching and visited a (non teak wood) monastery where we shared an impromptu chat with a lovely, passionate monk.

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Monks and others watching TV in a restaurant in the Monk’s district

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Detail from a sign

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Bridge heading towards the monastery

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Communal water jugs inside the monastery

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Hard working bus boy (literally) at the tea shop

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Playing games below a chinthe

We visited a shop where gold leaf was made. The city of Mandalay is the primary producer of gold leaf for all of Myanmar and there is a whole neighborhood that centers around this old craft. Here is some info about the use of gold leaf squares in Buddhism – it’s about Thailand but definitely pertains to Burmese Buddhists too. The gold leaf is produced through some very hard core manual labor – pounded by hand by men with wooden hammers and muscles like rope, and finished by women into the small squares for fixing onto statues, gilded bodhi leaves or other items for sale in the shop.

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Pounding gold wrapped in leather

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This boy worked in the workshop. He looked about 11 or 12 years old, 13 max. Note the hard core tattoos.

We got a ride outside of the city to visit the U Bien bridge and watch the sun go down. It was a bit touristy (shops and tour buses just outside of the best camera shots 😉 ) but still beautiful and we enjoyed just hanging out watching people fishing the river next to the bridge.

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Fishermen wading in the shallow waters by the bridge

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Monks commuting across the bridge

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Buses before the bridge

Dinner with Elmer and Ohmar was great. It felt so fun to have friends to meet in the city, and we caught up over everything we’d all done since Bahmo over beer and a tasty meal expertly ordered by Ohmar. We had a lovely night stroll back to our respective hotels, walking along the moat of the old city palace, before saying our good nights. The next morning, Roman and I would be flying off to our next stop – Bagan. Elmer and Ohmar would be heading there too, but wanted to spend a bit more time in Mandalay, so we arranged, again, to meet up when we were all back in Yangon.

Other Mandalay photo impressions

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On the bus

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This particular blue was everywhere in Myanmar but specifically in Mandalay. Once I noticed it that day, I couldn’t help but see it where ever I cast my gaze. Here it is on a wall carved with text in the monk’s district.

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Laundry line

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Tea break

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Typical cabs in Mandalay – these gorgeous, old school Mazda trucks

Crazy train

The train ride from Myitkyina to Mandalay was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. If you ever considering traveling this route and are young and healthy, I’d encourage you to go for it. If you’re less fit, or get motion sickness easily, then just read this post instead! 🙂

The train car we were on was definitely older but still comparable in many ways to what we’d gotten used to in India. We had booked in the train’s only first class sleeper car. Our cabin had two wide, relatively generously cushioned berths on either side (something we’d be really grateful for rather soon!). The two large windows were completely open when we boarded the train, which, in the afternoon heat, suited me fine.

We shared the cabin with a middle-aged Burmese woman and a younger Burmese man who were travelling with a massive bag of longyis – I guess they were bringing these to Mandalay to be sold. They didn’t speak any English, but were SO friendly. We’d barely gotten our things and selves settled into the cabin before they were sharing their food and laughter with us.

Rocky road

Soon after we pulled slowly out of Myitkyina, we discovered what Elmer had warned us about. The ride was smooth and easy at first, but once we reached a rougher patch of the ancient tracks, our car began to sway back and forth like an oversized cradle. Roman and I smiled at each other – this wasn’t so bad at all! Then the bouncing started.

The car started softly jigging up and down, building up momentum until we were literally being thrown a few inches off our seats with each bounce. This is when the thick padding of the berth started to really come in handy. I loved it, being jogged around like a small child on a parent’s lap – it was hilarious and Roman and I couldn’t help but laugh every time we hit another spot of decrepit tracks and got launched into the air.

Even when we were attempting to sleep later that night, we still got the giggles. Like on the boat, the train cars weren’t heated and as soon as the sun disappeared, things got really frigid, even with the windows closed. Unlike in India, the Burmese train didn’t provide blankets, but the sweet woman in our car loaned us one of hers. Even with her generosity and extra layers of clothing, it was still freezing, and Roman and I huddled together on one berth to try and keep warm. When the bouncing would suddenly start, we’d have to hold tight to one another to avoid knocking into each other, and together we’d be flung sometimes up to a foot off of the berth as we bounced along. This happened at least a couple times an hour. Needless to say, we didn’t manage to sleep much that night, but we did laugh a lot!

I need to say that the journey must have been a lot less fun for folks in the normal cars, where people were crowded into hard, wooden seats. The poor woman in our berth had a rough morning – she seemed to have something go out of joint in her back over night and was clearly not feeling that great. I can’t imagine how awful it would be to have this be your only travel option if you were sick or infirm – and you could only afford a lower class ticket.

Beauty all around

The train ride was also amazing for us for the incredible scenery we got to see. I savored every moment I could look out the window before the sun went down. Most of the time we were travelling through wilderness or vast farmlands. Dried out rice paddies would stretch golden in the sun till they reached purple hills on the horizon. Occasionally the track would lead us through small villages, where young children would wave enthusiastically as we rolled by. More frequently we’d pass glittering, golden pagodas, at the edge of a village or simply in the midst of the beautiful but empty landscape.

The station stops provided just as much eye candy. The people watching was great and I especially loved the longer stops at night, where the women selling food in the dark station wandered by our open windows, calling out their wares and balancing elegantly on their heads the broad, round trays of fruit, eggs or fried pastries, lit only by a candle stuck in the center. An incredible sight.

As amazing as it was, still I was happy when we pulled into Mandalay the next morning – only one hour behind schedule (which is apparently very good by Burmese standards).

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The view from our cabin; the lovely woman who shared her food and blankets with us

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Train spotting

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One of many pagodas along the route

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Crooked picture. I blame the bouncing train.

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This butterfly tagged a ride on my windowsill for nearly a quarter of an hour. 🙂

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Travel notes: Bhamo > Myitkyina > Mandalay

Our original plan had been to travel from Bhamo to Myitkyina, where we would catch a flight back south to Mandalay, spend a couple of days, and then do the more touristy boat route from Mandalay to Bagan. We had worked with a travel agent the night we arrived in Mandalay (Seven Diamonds, nice people) who had been able to help us with tickets for parts of our itinerary, but could only get us on a wait list for the flight from Myitkyina to Mandalay.

We’d called again from Bhamo and still got no guarantee. We decided to risk it and take the bus to Myitkyina anyway, figuring that we could probably secure seats on the plane more easily if we showed up in person.

The bus to Myitkyina was definitely a change from the one we took from Yangon. Ancient and overly ventilated (doors and windows didn’t shut properly, if at all), the poor thing was also packed to the gills, with passengers squeezed onto little plastic seats in the aisles. It was a short (albeit bumpy) ride (I believe about 6 hours) and the scenery was great, so we enjoyed it. Probably not something we’d like to do every day though. Most of the roads we traveled on were dirt, so by the end of the trip, we, and all our gear, were covered in a thick layer of dust.

One of the first things we did upon arrival in Myitkyina was go to the airline office. It was a futile visit – we were told that there were no open seats until four or five days later. Even if we had wanted to hang out in Myitkyina that long, our limited visa and ambitious travel plans meant that we couldn’t afford to lose that much time.

We investigated other options and discovered that it was possible to get to Mandalay by train. To the train station we went then, where we booked tickets for the next day with what we understood to be a private company – difficult to verify if this was true or not however. The train was scheduled for around 2 in the afternoon and was due to take around 19 hours, overnight. (Just a side note for myself, after buying our tickets, we met the most lovely taxi driver outside the station called Duhrey (miss-spelled, I’m sure) who was eager to practice his English with us) This was even longer than our longest train journeys in India, and we’d heard the tracks were in awful shape (allegedly, they date back to the English colonial times), making for a rough ride at times, but we thought we’d be adventurous and try it. I’ll write more about the journey in another post – definitely an experience!! 🙂

One other quick note – at this point we’d left Elmer and Ohmar in Bhamo. They had a few more stops ahead of them before they planned to return to Yangon – some the same as us. The timing of our intended dates in the same places was a bit tight though, so we exchanged information and agreed to meet up again in Yangon, feeling very lucky for the insight and fun company they infused into the boat ride and time in Bhamo.


After Bhamo, Myitkyina (the state’s good-sized capital city) was less than charming. After the Friendship Hotel, the YMCA we stayed at, although staffed by very friendly women, was just plain grungy. It was a transit stop for us (more on that later) and we only spent about 24 hours there. We did manage to have some fun though.

Highlights included:

Listening to live amateur singing as we ate dinner outdoors (on the menu but not what I ordered: sliced pig’s colon salad.)

Visiting a pagoda that was special for the hundreds of Buddhas (more or less) facing the rising sun and getting a personal, guided tour from our cab driver and a couple of other Burmese guys that just tagged along.

The market in Myitkyina was larger and even more incredible than the one in Bhamo. SO interesting to see!

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Buddhas welcoming the sun

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Buddha detail

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Spools of thread at a tailor’s stall at the market (Smoo, I got a small present for Martin here. 🙂 )

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Incredible greens for sale

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Dried fish

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Cuts of meat. Notice the high tech refrigeration… 😉

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Quail eggs

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Shelling beans