Myanmar
Myanmar [Burma]

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  • Day68

    Avonturen in magisch Myanmar

    November 9 in Myanmar

    Kalaw, het kleine stadje in het noorden van Myanmar was het startpunt van onze meerdaagse trekking met guide. Als je toch naar het Inle Lake gaat, dan niet per bus maar te voet door de mooie heuvelachtige en groene landschappen en remote villages.

    Op de dag van aankomst in Kalaw brachten we in de ochtend eerst een bezoek aan het lokale hospitaal. Daniëlle had al een paar dagen last van een allergische reactie, huiduitslag en dat verergerde in de nacht. Achterop twee motorbikes reden we zo na het ontbijt en in het zonnetje heen en weer. Geen deuren, een handgeschreven patiëntschriftje en een lokale doctor met minimaal Engels in spijkerjasje en op slippertjes. Zoals je je voorstelt ergens in de tropen. Na het toedienen van antistof, zalf en een strip pillen konden we weer gaan. Oorzaak onbekend, de klachten zijn inmiddels verdwenen.

    Een dag later startte onze driedaagse trekking in zomerse warmte en onder leiding van de goedlachse Khun. Khun is guide, opgegroeid in de omgeving, 24 jaar, woont bij zijn schoonmoeder, heeft twee kinderen, is al een aantal jaar getrouwd. Hij is aanstekelijk enthousiast. We wandelen en praten over onze levens, het leven in Myanmar en de verschillen in cultuur en levensstandaarden. Hij loopt de tocht op zijn nieuwe schoenen van 3$, en verslikt zich bijna als hij hoort dat die van ons zo'n 185$ kosten.

    We hiken per dag ongeveer 20 kilometer, 5 - 6 uur over heuvels, langs akkers en rivieren en door modder, rijstvelden en villages en overnachten bij families op de route. Zo ook de tweede nacht: in open schuur, op een matje op een de vliering van de stal, letterlijk boven de koeien. Het zijn villages met paard en houten wagen. Waar ze leven van hun eigen voorzieningen en geen elektriciteit of stromend water is. En dus ook geen tv of internet. Het eten wordt bereidt op een open vuurtje. We integreren zo voor even in een leven dat in Nederland al honderd jaar geleden heeft plaatsgevonden.

    Op de laatste dag komen we op een afdeling een tiental mensen uit het dorp tegen die terugkomen van een ochtendmarkt. Dit is een wandeling van minstens twee uur heen (omlaag, smal en onverhard pad) en dezelfde route terug (omhoog) waarbij ze het aangekochte voedsel met hun hoofd en rug op slippers in de hitte naar boven sjouwen. Af en toe rusten ze even in de schaduw, zingen een liedje of drinken wat. Voor deze mensen een dagtaak, om van te leven en soms boven een paar producten voor wat geld te verkopen. Wat een contrast met het Westen, waar we boodschappen in grote getale online bestellen, tot in de koelkast en per portie laten bezorgen, door een elektrisch karretje op een zelfgekozen tijdstip.

    Na drie dagen hiken worden we per boot over het prachtige het Inle Lake naar het eindpunt gebracht en arriveren we in het guesthouse.

    Daar verblijven we drie dagen en wacht een warme douche. Maken we een prachtige sunset boottocht over het water, eten we heerlijk, verkennen we de omgeving met fietsen en mountainbike, boeken we een nachtbus naar de volgende bestemming, worden we dagelijks om 4:30 gewekt door een haan van de buren, loop ik rond in een klooster en ontdekken we per toeval een Indiaas eettentje aan straat waar we de eerste gasten blijken te zijn en het meest budget eten van de hele reis tot nu toe (0.28 cent per Thali). Op naar Bagan!
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  • Day57

    Welcome Myanmar (Birma)

    October 29 in Myanmar

    Het is fijn om weer in een primitiever land te reizen. Primitiever reizen betekent verwondering en verwondering is voor een reiziger het mooiste wat er is. Myanmar is zo'n land om je te verwonderen.

    Het contrast met China wordt scherper. We ervaren kleuren, diversiteit, kinderen, handeltjes, nieuwsgierigheid, glimlachen en hele vriendelijke mensen. Een land die haar deuren pas een aantal jaar voor toeristen heeft geopend. En een land met nog steeds actuele ethische conflicten en religieus geweld. Deze gebieden zijn voor toeristen niet toegankelijk.

    We starten de reis in Yangon in het zuiden van Myanmar. Met een gevoelstemperatuur van dik 40 graden verkennen we de stad maar is het eigenlijk te warm om veel te doen.

    We bezoeken o.a. de rivier, parken, gaan met de een trein de stad rond en betreden de Schwedagonpagode, die met 50.000 kilo bladgoud één van de belangrijkste boeddhistische bedevaartsoorden ter wereld is. De zichtbare aanwezigheid van monniken in het straatbeeld is bijzonder. Zowel jong als oud lopen ze in gewaad én regelmatig ook langs de deuren voor o.a. voedsel.

    In Myanmar is 90% van de bevolking is boeddhist en een derde deel van de bevolking leeft onder de armoedegrens. Er ziin Invloeden van onder andere India en Groot Brittannië. We ontbijten (uiteraard) elke dag warm en soms met een Indiase thali.

    De Birmese valuta bestaat uit briefjes van o.a. 1.000, 5.000 en 10.000 die we vervolgens omrekenen tot (euro) centen. Een banaan kost omgerekend 0.10 eurocent, verpakt wit broodje in supermarkt: 0.15 eurocent, treinkaartje onbeperkt reizen rond de stad: 0.15 cent en een bord eten 0.85 cent. De 12 uur durende nachtbus van Yangon naar Mandalay voelde met $17 ineens als een hoog bedrag. Hiervoor reis je dan wel first class in een Birmese VIP bus inclusief gordel, dekentje en snacks. Lang slapen is lastig door nachtelijke stops en hobbelige wegen.

    Mandalay was lekker weer, prachtige uitzichten, elke dag een heerlijke thali's als lunch en avondeten, giechelend meiden om mijn lengte, drukke stad, sunset bij de langste houten brug ter wereld.

    Na drie dagen Mandalay reizen we naar Kalaw. Dit is het startpunt van een driedaagse trekking met guide naar het Ine Lake. Maar voor we in Kalaw zijn stappen we vanavond eerst weer in de lokale VIP nachtbus. Om 's nachts ergens rond 4:00 langs de weg te worden afgezet om achterop twee motorbikes onze weg naar het hostel te vervolgen.
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  • Day40

    Von Ngapali nach Yangon

    November 9 in Myanmar

    Es ist soweit. Das letzte Frühstück in diesem süßen Guest House. Meine Vermieterin, ihr Mann und die 3 Mädels die hier arbeiten sind so lieb. Theresa und ich sind uns einig, wir haben so gar keine Lust darauf zurück nach Yangon zu fliegen. 😒
    Ich kaufe noch ein kleines Andenken und auf einmal steht unsere Vermieterin mit einem Muschelarmband vor Theresa und mir. Es sei ein Geschenk und wir wären immer so freundlich und lustig gewesen. So süß! 😍

    Nun hieß es Rucksack holen und bye bye Ngapali Beach. Und was soll ich sagen, kaum hatte ich die Tür meines Zimmers aufgemacht standen auch schon meine Vermieterin und ihr Mann da, um meinen Rucksack zum Tuk Tuk zu bringen. Aller Protest, er wäre zu schwer und ich würde das schon machen, half nichts. Mein Rucksack war schneller als ich beim Tuk Tuk. 🤣🤣🤣
    Noch fix den 3 Mädels zugewunken, die dann auch promt nach vorne gelaufen kamen, die Tip Box gefüttert und dann fuhr das Tuk Tuk auch schon mit uns zum Flughafen.

    Dort angekommen das nächste Geschenk an diesem Tag für mich... Die Waage zeigte 24kg für meinen Rucksack an! 😳 Die Freigepäckgrenze liegt bei 20kg für Inlandsflüge. Der nette Mann am Check-in hat das netterweise mit einem “its a present for you” durchgewunden und mich mit der Frage, ob es ok sei, dass er mir Platz 1D zugewiesen hat, noch mehr in Erstaunen versetzt. Was für ein Tagesbeginn und gleichzeitig Abschied von Ngapali Beach?! 🤩

    Leider hat mein Plan direkt am Flughafen in Yangon ein Ticket nach Hongkong zu kaufen nicht funktioniert, sodass ich nun doch noch 2 Nächte in Yangon verbringen muss, was ich eigentlich vermeiden wollte. Aber gut, irgendwas ist ja immer und man weiß nie, wofür es gut ist. Mal schauen, was ich dort dann noch so anstelle... 🤔
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  • Day183

    Der Nachtbus brachte uns sicher nach Yangon, unser letzter Stopp im wunderschönen Myanmar. Yangon ist die grösste Stadt des Landes und zählt um die 5 Millionen Einwohner. Was hier jedoch anders ist als im Rest des Landes: eine frühere Regierung verbot, nach mehreren Unfällen, Mopeds in der ganzen Stadt. Es gibt also nur Autos und Busse hier - ihr könnt euch das Chaos bestimmt vorstellen. Naja, wir müssen ja nicht alles verstehen. 🤷‍♂

    Es gibt nicht wirklich viele Highlights in der City, sie erinnerte uns ein wenig an Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam, auch da konnten wir uns irgendwie nicht anfreunden. Nichtsdestotrotz verbrachten wir einige Tage in Yangon und besichtigten die alten, britischen Kolonialgebäude, die Schwedagon Pagode, den Kandawgi Park und tuckerten mit dem Circular Train einmal rund um die Agglomeration.
    Die Schwedagon Pagode ist eine der wichtigsten, grössten Pilgerstätte der Burmesen und besticht durch das Funkeln des verbauten Goldes (tausende von Kilos anscheinend) und Edelsteinen.

    Das Wetter zwang uns, es etwas ruhiger anzugehen. Meist setzten die starken Niederschläge am frühen Nachmittag ein, so dass wir uns jeweils zeitlich wieder in die Unterkunft zurückziehen mussten. Glücklicherweise hatten wir da unterhaltsame Zimmergenossen aus aller Welt. :-)
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  • Day39

    Ngapali Beach - Tag 4

    November 8 in Myanmar

    Gut gestärkt haben Theresa und ich uns heute auf die Räder geschwungen und beschlossen, einen Strand etwas weiter nördlich in Richtung Thandwe Airport auszuprobieren. Auf dem Weg dorthin wurde ein kurzer Stopp bei dem Ticketbüro eingelegt, welches sich um mein Flugticket kümmern sollte. Am Nachmittag sei mein Ticket fertig, hieß es. Gut, vertrauen wir mal darauf und radeln weiter Richtung Flughafen... Tatsächlich haben wir den Strand, den wir finden wollten, nicht gefunden, dafür aber Start und Landung der kleinen Flieger direkt vom Zaun aus beobachten können. Das hat man so auch nicht immer. 😅

    Noch kurz ins Wasser gesprungen und zurück ging es mit dem Rad in Richtung “unseres” Strandes. Auf dem Weg kurz das Flugticket abgeholt und bezahlt und danach rein ins Wasser und den letzten Nachmittag am Ngapali Beach genossen!

    Abends haben wir Mädels, Theresa, Tamara und ich uns noch für einen letzten gemeinsamen Cocktail in eine Sunset Bar begeben, zu der wir anfangs noch zu Fuß gelangten. Der Rückweg würde dann, dank der Gezeiten, per Boot bestritten. 😁
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  • Day129

    Mingalaba Bagan & Yangon

    August 7 in Myanmar

    Day 1
    The bus arrived outside of Bagan at 4am. Unfortunately the bus station was too far out of the old town to walk so I had to get one of the loitering rip off taxis. Luckily just off the bus I met two girls who had arrived from Yangon, so I could share a taxi with them. We were all heading to the Ostello Bello (with pool - there are two) in the old town and arrived twenty minutes later. Sadly we weren’t able to check in early so Julia (from Germany) and Ylenia (from China) decided to fight the sleep and go watch the sunrise with two french backpackers we met in reception. I was too tired so I decided to sleep on a makeshift bed of beanbags in their chill out area until it was a more reasonable hour. I got up at 7:30 and went down to reception where I met Julia. We decided to spend the morning on the free bike tour of the main temples. I attempted to get my own electric scooter but after driving about ten metres I felt really uncomfortable and asked if Julia would mind driving with both of us on her bike, thankfully she said yes. With the bike sorted we met our guide and fellow tourists at the gate and drove down to the other Ostello Bello to pick up the rest of the group. And guess who was there, Shia and Yifat! Coincidence I think not! Our guide gave us a quick briefing and then off we went on our convoy around the temples. When the complex was first built, between the 9th and 13th century, there were estimated to be around 10,000 temples and pagodas. Now there are just over 2,000. Needless to say we did not see all of them. Over the course of morning our guide took us to about 8 different temples. Some small and some larger (the bigger they are the more important the person they were built for was), and some that you could climb up (though officially all are meant to be closed due to an American tourist falling off one last year and dying). Unlike the temples of Angkor wat most in Bagan are built with red bricks and stones and are much smaller in comparison. Halfway through the tour we had a break for lunch where we could get to know each other better. Shia and Yifat caught me up on their trip since Hsipaw, which involved their rented motorbike breaking down halfway to Nyuang Shwe and then having to beg a guesthouse to let them stay (apparently only the main towns are allowed foreign visitors). After lunch we saw a few more temples before heading back to town. Back at the hotel we were able to check in and took advantage of the air con in our room before spending the rest of the afternoon by the pool. Just after 5pm Julia, Ylenie, the two french backpackers (Thibault and Apolline - can you get two more french makes?!) and I went back to one of the temples we visited earlier to watch the sunset. Along with the rest of the tourists in bagan it seemed. Ylenia spent most of it taking selfies while the rest of us watched, taking a few choice pictures. After the sunset we headed back to town for dinner in one of the local restaurants (though me and Julia barely made it back as our battery started to die just as we were entering the town). After a nice dinner we headed back to the hostel for an early night.

    Day 2
    After a nice breakfast at the hostel Julia and I decided to spend the day doing our own bike tour of some more temples. With the help of maps.me and previous users comments we spent the next few hours visiting an array of different temples. We even finding a couple that you could climb up, albeit some more difficult than others (one in particular involving Julia climbing over a gate at the top of some stairs while I nervously kept watch, not convinced that I’d be able to climb back over if I tried). After a few hours we headed back to town for lunch and then to once again spend the rest of the afternoon by the pool (so glad I picked the one with the pool, even if it is “less social”). While biking about earlier o noticed on the map that there was a temple conveniently labelled “good for sunset - May 2018 open” so we decided to go there for the evenings sunset. And maps.me did not disappoint. The temple was much smaller than last nights but it also meant only a handful of other tourists were there too. We were able to enjoy the view sitting on the tiers of the roof much more peacefully. After the rest of the tourists left we stayed to take a few more pictures around the quiet temple before heading back to town for dinner. On the way Thibault and Apolline’s bike started to slow down as it ran out of battery (not again!). Julia and I told them to turn their headlight off to save the battery and we drove behind them, with Ylenia in front, making sure they were ok (Apolline also ingenuously thought to turn her phone torch on and hold it behind her as a makeshift break light). Thankfully we made it back to town safely and dropped off the bikes before finding somewhere for dinner. We actually found a nice cheap restaurant right opposite our hostel so after we ate we practically rolled straight into bed.

    Day 3
    Having reached my temple saturation I decided to spend my last day in Bagan around the hostel, taking full advantage of the pool. Julia was of the same mind too so we spent our time chatting by the pool and taking a break for lunch in the town. Sadly all good things must come to an end and it was time to get ready for yet another night bus, this time to Yangon, Myanmar’s largest city and the former capital. I said goodbye to Julia, who was heading to Inle Lake, and got the tuk tuk to the bus station.

    Day 4
    The bus arrived in Yangon at 6am and once again the bus station was miles away from the city centre. Luckily I was again able to commandeer two other tourists to share a taxi downtown. I arrived at my hostel just after 7 and was able to have a shower before enjoying their free breakfast. As I was finishing my food who do I see coming down the stairs, Shia and Yifat! They both greeted me with hugs as we commented on how strange this was getting (there are dozens of hostel in the city). We decided to spend the day together exploring. Although Yangon is The countries former capital there isn’t a huge amount to see in the way of tourist attractions. As we walked around downtown we visited the city’s only synagogue where the guys gave me a tour of some of the religious articles. Luckily it chose this point to start raining so we were ale to avoid the worst of it. After the synagogue we walked around the downtown area a bit more, sampling some of the street food. Sadly the rain continued in short showers so we decided to take a break from exploring and go to the cinema that we happened to pass. The next movie in English, The Darkest Minds, wasn’t showing for another hour and a half so we decided to wait in the nearby mall taking advantage of the air con. We set up camp in a cafe in the food court where the guys taught me Yaniv, a fast paced Israeli card game. Probably one of the quickest games to pick up and so fun to play. We almost rather kept playing instead of going back to the cinema but we’d already bought our tickets. The film actually turned out to be quite good (think a new younger version of the hunger games) and was definitely a different experience watching it in Myanmar. For one the movie started with everyone standing for the national anthem (apparently quite common in Asia) and secondly because not one, not two, but three people answered their phones and had full on conversations during the film! Seriously people?! Why bother paying for the film if you’re not found to watch it?! Mind boggling. After the film we headed to the north to the city’s infamous abandoned theme park. Although technically off limits the receptionist in our hostel said that it actually still on TripAdvisor so we should go check it out. Just be ware of the stray dogs and swarms of mosquitos. Thanks. We found it easily and entered through the fairly big gap in one of the fences. And yes there were a few stray dogs outside but luckily we couldn’t see any inside. Nevertheless I was sufficiently creeped out waking through the park, avoiding the black bog-like puddles across some of the paths. Shia and Yifat were loving it tho and were taking pictures on all of the rides we could get on. I only braved the Ferris wheel before pleading with them to go. This is how horror movies start! Finally they relented and we headed back outside and having got past the handful of stray dogs gathered on the street I was feeling safer again. We then made our way to the main tourist attraction in the city, the Shwedagon Pagoda. The huge gold pagoda (which is actually a stupa as you cannot go inside) stands tall above the city and is said to contain relics from four previous Bhuddas. The complex surrounding the pagoda/stupa was made up of smaller temples and stupas. We joined the number of tourists and sat facing the pagoda as we waited for night to fall, watching as the area lit up around us. Once it was dark we headed back into the city and found a small cafe for dinner before calling it a night.

    Day 5
    The next morning I said goodbye to Shia and Yifat the the final time before they caught their flight to Vietnam. After two weeks of travel buddies I found myself on my own again. I decided to give myself the day off from sightseeing and spent my day reading and planning the next leg of my journey before having an early night so I was rested for my morning flight.

    So there you have my final few days in Myanmar, a culturally warm and rich country.
    Next stop is Bangkok to continue my Thailand adventure!

    Swarrtotmaal!
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  • Day120

    Monday is a day of rest

    October 1 in Myanmar

    Yesterday's buffet was amazing! Grilled lobster and mimosas, to name only two things. After food, we went to the pool where the champagne kept flowing. Then many of us went to a hasher couple's home. They had two beautiful and well trained golden retrievers, so I was able to catch up on my doggy love. The cat that came with the house was also very friendly and kept climbing into my lap. It was the perfect way to top off an amazing 22 days of almost non-stop hashing.

    Tomorrow I have a flight to Kuching, Malaysia, on the island of Borneo. I am so excited to be going to another destination I learned about from National Geographic magazines as a kid. I love my life!

    For today, I plan to give my liver a break and make my stomach earn its keep by stuffing my face with a Hard Rock Cafe cheeseburger. My hostel is purposely only a five-mile walk away. First, though, I have to actually get out of bed. This may be difficult. 😉

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day115

    Welcome to Yangon

    September 26 in Myanmar

    I and my checked bag made it to Yangon without missing the connecting flight! While waiting to board in Hanoi, I watched a couple of Vietnamese Air Force MiGs (I believe) land using their chutes. They parked in some open-ended quonset huts, so I guess they use the airport as both commercial and military. In the background of the pic, you can see a white one taxiing.

    I grabbed an hour-long cab ride from the airport for a whopping 10,000 Kyat/6 USD. The kid spoke a heavily accented, basic English and did his best to point out places along the way. I tried to get a shot of the Shwedagon Pagoda with the full moon above it when we slowed for all the traffic jams.

    The hostel serves breakfast in its eighth floor nook, which overlooks part of the city. Cool. Not cool is that I'm in another 30-minute offset time zone.

    A new old friend is arriving from Vietnam this evening and we're meeting after she checks in, so I took today off to stay in the air conditioning. Right now I'm watching the movie "Snakes on a Plane," which, believe it or not, I've never seen before. Pretty stupid, but not terrible for a lazy day on YouTube. When I saw both a coral snake and a king snake, I couldn't help but think of a rhyme my grandfather taught me in North Texas:

    Red touching black is safe for Jack.
    Red touching yellow will kill a fellow.

    Apparently in this movie, they both kill you. LOL!

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day116

    Resting in the air conditioning

    September 27 in Myanmar

    I met up with a friend last night. She's from Kentucky, and the place we went to had her favorite bourbon. We had planned to meet up this morning to do a self-guided walking tour of the city, but neither one of us were up to it. This evening, however, we're meeting up with a group of hashers, so I'm taking advantage of the hotel's air conditioning until then. It's not quite as hot and humid as Vietnam, but it's still enough for your sweat to soak through your clothes in about 15 minutes. The evenings are much better except for the monster mosquitoes.

    I'm not going to get much sightseeing done here, but I'm okay with that. I really just came here for the hash weekend.

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day117

    Friday is a hashing day

    September 28 in Myanmar

    Last night I met up with about 25 hashers for dinner and drinks followed by a couple of night clubs. There were several people that I've been around since 8 September when the hash train trip began. We had a great time!

    Today, my friend and I just checked into the hotel where the Saturday night party will be held. It's super nice, and they gave us an upgrade to lake view. Beautiful.

    Tonight is the Full Moon Hash that kicks off this hash weekend. We're celebrating the Yangon Hash's 1600th trail. Yay!

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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