Overland

February - April 2015
A 74-day adventure by Lauren Read more
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  • Day 15

    Hpa-an

    March 2, 2015 in Myanmar ⋅ ⛅ 7 °C

    'This is Burma, it is quite unlike any place you know about'. Rudyard Kipling couldn't have put it any better. A country who for years has been isoated from the Western world, the evidence of which lies in its complete lack of any western logos; no McDonald's, no samsung, no Shell, no Starbucks, no Sony... Nothing. Everything is local and you really feel like you're in a new world or at least a parallel world. The globalism weed has not taken over in this part of the world yet a few seeds have been sewn as told by the sprinkling of coca-cola company products in shops and restaurants.
    I crossed the Thailand-Myanmar border in the morning and was immediately approached by an English-speaking guy who asked where I was heading. He directed me through immigration, across to a money seller (at nearly 1000 kyat to the dollar, I was given wads of notes held together with elastic bands) and finally to a share taxi kiosk. Once I paid the fare to Hpa-an (4 hours for $13), I was directed to get into one of the vans and waited there for an hour until we had more passengers. Once more passengers arrived we moved to another van and were then on our way... 7 of us and the driver.
    After only 10 minutes we were in rural countyside, looming hills and green forests. The dirt road was in a bad way and soon we were driving on 4x4 terrain and even driving across rivers (see pics). Then the most interesting part; every 2 kms or so we were stopped by a soldier with a HUGE gun with the letters KNL on his breast. This stands for the 'Karen National Liberation' Army who are fighting for the Karen state to be an autonomous region. The turmoil in the area explains why the border crossing was only opened two years ago. The soldier would talk with the driver who immediately handed over money before the two engaged in heated discussion, finally ending in further money being passed over. This bribery is the foundation of Burmese culture. This happened about 10 times, one of which the foreigner (me) in the car was of particular interest and nearly cost the driver more.
    In the back seats of the van were three young lads from Yangon one of which spoke some English and could hold a conversation. At the lunch stop we talked about our lives and they were very friendly. The played their music in the car which included 'my heart will go on', justin beiber and Boyzone's back catalogue. We all sang along and they asked me to tell them what the songs were about as, in his own words, 'we can sing the words but we don't know what they mean'.
    In Hpa-an I hired a tuk-tuk to take me to the caves in the surrounding countryside. They were filled with buddhas and shrines and one had fantastic views. The ride in the tuk-tuk was rather uncomfortable due to the awful state of the pot-hole ridden roads. It was interesting, however, to watch all the farmers in their fields as the afternoon sun faded. That evening I ate at a traditional Burmese restaurant. The food was incredible and comes with 10 condiments and dipping sauces. For dessert they have 'jaggery' which is coconut and cane sugar.
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  • Day 16

    Kyaikto

    March 3, 2015 in Myanmar ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    After a few days of solo travelling I found some friends who were on the bus to the 'Golden Rock' with me. A mexican, a yank, 2 germans, 2 brits and a belgian. We all stayed in the same characterful hotel (the staff were rather entertaining) which was right in the centre of town. To get up to Mt Kyaiktiyo 40 people pile into the back of what is essentially a giant flat bed ute with bench seats and head up the windy road to the sacred rock. The half hour journey up the hill was more entertaining than the destination; holding on for dear life as the truck sped around corners and accelerated on downhill straights so it could get enough momentum for the uphills. The atmosphere at the top is a spectacle in itself. Hundreds of pilgrims and tourists descending on the summit, many of whom set up camp near the rock for worship. The rock was a little smaller than I was expecting but the way it is precariously balancing on the side of the mountain is rather impressive. Only men are able to touch it, women simply 'can't touch this'. Legend states that the boulder maintains its balance due to a precisely placed Buddha hair in the stupa. The journey down was even more thrilling as we were at the front (so could only see the back of the cab and not where we were going) and it was getting dark. Dinner was at a very authentic local restaurant where the bill for 6 people including drinks came to $17. I had green tea leaf salad which is a Burmese speciality.Read more

  • Day 17

    Yangon (Rangoon)

    March 4, 2015 in Myanmar ⋅ ☀️ 36 °C

    Crazy place. Overwhelming on the senses. Yet full of travelling gems.
    Mesmerising markets, food stalls everywhere and traffic you just cannot imagine. The east end of downtown is spoilt for colonial buildings including The Strand hotel (where I tried croissant flavoured ice cream) and City Hall. Some buildings are very run down but there is a trust set up to try and have them listed. Shwedagon Paya is the main event when visiting Yangon; it is quite spectacular. It is a 325ft tall zedi (stupa) with 27 metric tons of gold leaf. The main terrace is a forest of pavillions, temples and more stupas with monks and tourists mingling. I arrived around 5pm and walked round watching the colours and the hues of the temples morph as the sun went down.
    Size is obviously important in the ex-capital. At Chaukhtatgyi Paya, the reclining buddha stretches out for 65m, his crown encrusted with diamonds.
    I found Yangon tiring and at times irritating. It is hellishly hot and the sea of car and truck exhausts justs adds to the heat. Crossing the road is a major event and the footpaths are either covered in stalls or nonexistent. However, if you can cool off with a foot reflexology session (as I did) all of this can be forgotten... Almost.
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  • Day 20

    Bagan

    March 7, 2015 in Myanmar ⋅ 🌫 25 °C

    More temples! And lots of them, over 4000, scattered randomly over vast plains of land. I explored some of the temples by bicycle on the first day (many have huge gold buddhas and painted reliefs that are nearly 1000 years old) which was very hot, but the best way to see them is by.... Hot air balloon. What a beautiful experience. Floating weightlessly over the world (no bumps at all) was rather surreal but I think the part I enjoyed the most was watching the entire process of getting the balloons going. And getting them back on the ground too which involves a whole crew jumping onto the basket to pull it down. The champagne breakfast after was pretty good too....
    I found Bagan quite touristic, which detracts from the local life there. The restaurant strip will one day resemble Pub Street in Siem Reap I fear... But for now it still has retained its old world charm, especially early in the morning when the locals are busy starting their day.
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  • Day 22

    Pyin Oo Lwin

    March 9, 2015 in Myanmar ⋅ 🌬 10 °C

    As Myanmar heads towards its rainy season, the mercury slowly rises... And so I went up too, heading to the colonial hill station of Pyin Oo Lwin. I stayed at an old house which was the base for British intelligence just after the second world war. Lots of interesting buildings, garden nurseries and a lake to look at.
    I booked a tour guide, Mr Osama, who took me on one of the most genuine and relaxed tours I think I have ever been on. Riding pillion on his motorbike, he took me out of the town and into the hills of the Shan state. We first stopped at his friend's house (picture below) where we had tea, coffee and bananas with the grandmother. I was showed round the house which was very cosy and humble. We then continued down the road, stopping to look and talk about the farming and veg/fruit grown in the area. We went to a quiet hilltop temple where novices were returning with the morning alms and then on to the local primary school. He was very knowledgeable and I learnt so much about daily life. We arrived at the main Shan village and I had a walk whilst Osama shopped for lunch. We returned to his friend's house and while he cooked, the daughter, Ma Let Let Phyo, took me for a walk round the farm. We then went back to the house and she showed me her school books and young kittens, which we played with. Lunch was a feast of ginger salad, tea leaf salad, spicy tofu and noodle soup. I left very relaxed.
    The afternoon was spent with Morgan and Simon, two travellers I met at the post office. We went to the Shan market then relaxed at a Burmese beer station (where M and I got lots of unwelcome attention) before enjoying dinner at a local Chinese. Lovely day.
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  • Day 24

    Mandalay

    March 11, 2015 in Myanmar ⋅ ☀️ 33 °C

    Well, Mandalay is not quite as exotic as it's made out to be. In fact it's a dusty, dirty, polluted, busy, smelly grid of streets. And it's pushing 40 degrees (the picture below sums up the mood in the mid-afternoon heat). But it grew on me as the day wore on. I didn't bother with the main touristy things such as the hill and the palace but instead went to see the world's biggest book at the Kuthodaw Paya (picture below). 729 text-inscribed marble slabs, each in a little stupa, together represent the 15 books of the Tripitaka, the three baskets of Buddhist teachings. The rest of the day has been spent walking between the post office and DHL trying to post a Burmese Harp. Still no success.Read more

  • Day 25

    Kunming

    March 12, 2015 in China ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    Third time in China and it keeps getting better and crazier each time. Having checked into the hostel, I went for a walk through Green Lake park (feels like a smaller version of central park) before dinner and came across a group of musicians playing by the water; erhus, madolins, violins and singers, all with their own portable microphones. I was in heaven. I stopped to listen and after a while they invited me to sing... I gave them 'the turtle dove', something stereotypically English and they worked their way around it. We did some other songs too. I shared dinner with Ben, an Aussie on a bike, who approached me whilst I had my head buried in LP looking for the restaurant road. We decided to share dinner and went to a local chinese and had a wonderful evening of talking about life, decisions and travelling.
    Friday the 13th was a write-off. I had hoped to go out of the city to visit some hills and set out to find the bus. I got on the number 5 and after an hour (and going past where I got on) it reached the terminus where I was to swap to number 6. I couldn't find it and by this time I was over it and with no Mandarin, I couldn't ask for help. I wandered to the museum to find it closed, and then tried the art galleries which had been knocked down. Feeling exhausted after 5 hours I went back to the hostel and had a snooze. 4 weeks on the go, it catches up with you.
    That evening I went back to the musicians and took a Chinese flute I had bought. I gave it a go but was rather shy and was struggling with working out keys. But they appreciated the effort. I found the expat bar for dinner and met loads of people who over the evening filtered in. It was a bit of a cliche club and a few were a little odd and full of themselves.
    This morning I headed back to the park. There ia such a community atmosphere there, it is just a blissful place to be. This time i was to try my hand at tai chi. Literally dozens of small groups just congregate in the park and set up with a little stereo. I just joined onto one and when they finished, I joined another. It was ao realxing in the warmth of the spring sun with blossoms floating from the trees.
    I explored the Yuantong temple which was rather beautiful before checking out of he hostel. On the way back from a coffee, I walked through the park (again) and found hundreds of the locals dancing crazy dances to crazy chinese music. I watched for a while before plucking up the courage to join in. Many were dressed in traditional costumes. By the end we were all dancing round in a huge circle. Thankfully the routines were quite simple. Now I am at Kunming Railway Station waiting for the overnight train. A big adventure given everything is in chinese!
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  • Day 28

    Lijiang

    March 15, 2015 in China ⋅ ⛅ 4 °C

    One word - Disneyland. Lijiang Old Town had been somewhat ruined by the consumerism of tourism. The old cobbled streets with rickety wooden buildings are an enchanting place to walk around in the early morning... But then the glittering souvenir shops and tour operators open their shutters and the picture is ruined. They even sell Djembes here as a special thing... Wrong continent.
    Feeling a little disappointed by the place I went to see if I could find some other people at the other youth hostel (mine was empty) but got lucky halfway there. Enter Kevin and Briony from Sydney with whom I would spend the next three days having A LOT of fun.
    We lunched, we walked, we took photos. Then we had dinner (after I got horrendously loet looking for the Irish bar) before an early night ready for the big trek the next day.
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  • Day 30

    Tiger Leaping Gorge

    March 17, 2015 in China ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Tiger Leaping Gorge is one of the deepest Gorges in the world and has a famous trail to tackle. The bus dropped us off at the beginning and the driver pointed vaguely up a dirt road. Eager to begin, Kevin, Briony and I marched off. The scenery to begin with was rather uninspiring but we soon left behind the town and started ascending the mountains. The morning was hard; we were laden with water and the sun was beating down on us. A sherpa followed us, waiting to see if we wanted to hire him and his donkey to take us up the hill... No chance. At lunchtime we stopped at Naxi guesthouse and devoured a cold drink abd noodles. By this time we had acquired Lee (from Singapore) and the group became four. The afternoon was much more pleasant; shaded by trees we meandered along the cliff edge chatting and taking in the spectacular views. By five we made it to Tea Horse Trade guesthouse and called it a night. We showered off the caked-on dust, watched the sun set from the rooftop and shared a meal before bed.
    The next morning we continued on deeper into the gorge now looking down onto the Jinsha river. We stopped for morning tea at Halfway guesthouse which has a loo with one of the best views ever, as Michael Palin claims in his book 'Himalaya'. I had to investigate and yes, I agree.
    On the way we saw some great sights including farmers with their goat herds and little goat kids running behind. We reached Tina's guesthouse (the end of the main trail) by lunch and explored a bit more of the gorge although the wind had become ferocious by now. We got the bua back to Lijiang in the late afternoon, tired but very contented.
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  • Day 31

    Lijiang

    March 18, 2015 in China ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

    Celebrating St Patrick's day in style at an Irish Pub in China. After successfully completing the gorge trail we attacked all boissons Irish; Bulmers, Guinness, Baileys and, because it's green, absinthe. On the way out I thought I had been struck by the hallucinogenic green fairy as there was a huge white furry llama standing in front of me. Thankfully it wasn't a vision but the real thing. We had a photo together.
    Last day in Lijiang was spent avoiding the tourists. I took the bus to Baisha, an ancient town to the north. Here I met Dr. Ho, a legendary Chinese Herbalist who treats patienst for free and has been the subject of many international documentaries. He's also had a visit from Palin too. The evening was very exciting for me as I was going to a concert of the ancient Naxi orchestra. Every aspect of the performance was old; the music (dating back nearly 1000 years), the instruments (one was a relplica of a 2000-year-old string instrument), and the performers (most were in their eighties and kept dozing off). It was fantastic to see so many players on the stage although the thud of the music from the clubs during the silences was a stark reminder of how the modern world is taking over...
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