Sunday, January 19, 2014

Christmas in Myanmar

Abby and Gail with the Padong ladies at Inle Lake

Christmas in Myanmar

We have managed to see just about everything in Asia…okay, we didn’t see Everest from a small plane when we were in Kathmandu or a tiger in India.  But we have wandered through Angkor Wat in Cambodia and around the Taj Mahal in India, sailed in Hai Phong Bay in Vietnam, floated along next to blue whales off Sri Lanka and kayaked around Krabi in Thailand. 

We hadn’t, until this trip, seen the temples at Bagan, the gem market in Rangoon, the dancers at Mandalay, or the ladies with brass rings around their necks at the floating markets of Inle Lake.  And we've now seen the orange clad Buddhist monks, by the thousands.  In all, this may have been our best Asian trip.


But first, a word about what really counts: being fair and lovely.  For the past four and a half year, we have been regaled by Indian television about the beauty of being white: almost every commercial break will have a least one advertisement for a cream, lotion or ointment that will keep your Asian skin tone pale.  In Myanmar, women have used a cream or powder called thanaka, made from a tree, for 2000 years.  You can buy the tubs of paste or powder, or even an entire log, just about anywhere. Almost every woman we saw wore this, some in interesting designs, some in smears.  


Nearly sunset in Bagan

We flew into Yangon from Bangkok and stayed one short night before flying early next morning to Bagan.  You don’t come to Bagan for the city since there is none, only poor villages and villagers trying to figure out how to make money off the tourists. 

You come for the temples, stupas and pagodas that were built by the local kings between 1000 AD and the late 1200s.  Scattered on a plain about the size of Manhattan, these mostly brick structures, some small, some huge, are everywhere you look.  Foreigners like us pay $5 to enter the archaeological zone, although we saw no archaeology.  You can hire horse carts, bicycles or motor scooters, or a car and guide, to get around the dirt roads to see the pagodas up close. 

Riding the Wind over Bagan

But the coolest thing to do in Bagan, probably the whole country, is to take the hot air balloon ride at dawn.  The Balloons Over Bagan company picks you up at your hotel in a homemade bus, built on the frame of a WWII vintage American Chevy or Ford truck.  When you land, you are met by the same bus, and get a champagne breakfast with “the best bagels in Bagan”.  The ride was silent and wonderful. 

From Bagan, we flew to reed-rimmed Inle Lake ($3 to enter the ‘zone’), where various tribal villages, floating markets and gardens line the shores.  A half-day long-tail canoe (a canoe with a engine driving a propeller on a long shaft) ride took us to the women with the brass rings around their necks.  Gail had read a National Geographic article about them when we lived in Samoa, and had always hoped to see them.  Now, several years later, she got to be photographed with them. 
Getting around Inle Lake




















We also saw silversmiths, fabric and garment factories and, of course, a golden pagoda, complete with a working ATM.  This particular pagoda has a central shrine with guys rubbing gold leaf onto what appeared to be five brains, or maybe rugby balls.  Only men are allowed to attach the gold leaf; women sit around the outside and pray or watch.  There are a number of kiosks that sell packets of gold leaf inside the temple.  We had the feeling that Buddha would have been chasing out the moneychangers if he had showed up. 






The lotus fiber girl

Turns it into thread



The Floating Gardens

Pushing his boat through a canal

Pushing new garden




















From Inle Lake, it was a short flight to Mandalay.  Mandalay was the last Burmese capital before the Brits came and has some cool stuff.  The 700+ foot high Mandalay Hill with another golden pagoda on top is the place to catch the sunset.  And like everywhere else, there are teak monasteries full of monks and more and more gold pagodas.  We took a day trip out of the city to the U Bein bridge at Amarapura, bought silver jewellery for the ladies and even got a lacquered “begging bowl” like the monks carry early each morning as they gather alms.

The Dancers in Mandalay

U Bein Bridge at Amanapura







































After Mandalay, we took a vacation from our vacation at Ngapali Beach.  I had a couple days of stomach flu but the girls had a good time, snorkelling a little and hanging out with Millie's homework.  


On Ngapali Beach
The Rock at Hotel at the Rocks
































High Tide at The Bay of Bengal












North side of Schwedagon









Back in Yangon (Rangoon), we got to see the Shwedagon Paya, an incredible 12 acre temple/pagoda complex containing, we have read, more gold than the Bank of England and more jewels than the Tower in London.  It’s like the Vatican for Buddhists, with people praying before dozens of shrines, monks loitering and reading newspapers, and plenty of tourists from way out of town.  Photographs do not capture the scale and scope of the place…and like the Vatican, you could wander around it for hours and never feel like you had seen it all.








The Jewelled Hti or umbrella of  the Paya

The paya is surrounded by small planetary shrines; which correspond with the day of the week a person was born.  Those born on a Tuesday would pray at the shrine on the lower left.


Meanwhile, in another part of town...

 Pa O people at Botathbaung Pagoda, Yangon

At Botathbaung, also in Yangon, people come to venerate the last hair of the Buddha.  We happened to arrive with a group of Pa O people, walking single file into the Pagoda. About 2200 years ago an army of 1000 soldiers brought the eight hairs of Buddha to this spot.  One remains here, and is in a reliquary.  (In Europe, many cathedrals have similar reliquaries containing a finger of John the Baptist.)
With the Pa Os at Botathbaung



















What they came to see.












A procession for girls going into a nunnery

All in all, we loved Myanmar. The incredible architecture, the varied peoples and their constant sweetness, and just enough curiosities to keep us entertained.


These are a few random pictures.
New Year's Eve at the Traders Hotel, Yangon


The gem and jewellery market at Yangon

















Woody and Gail, Bagan, 2013
A crosswalk above the Streets of Yangon
Owls observing breakfast 
  

A celestrial figure, a pre-Buddha spirit that shares space at
Schwedagon