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Myanmar [Burma]

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  • Day159

    Mingalarbar Myanmar

    July 14 in Myanmar

    Wir haben uns gut in Myanmar eingelebt, was hier nicht schwer fällt, da die Einheimischen sehr nett sind und immer ein Lächeln auf dem Gesicht haben. Den ersten Tag erkundeten wir die Stadt mit dem Roller. Mandalay ist bekannt für sein Kunsthandwerk. Beispielsweise für die Herstellung von Blattgold, welches hier sehr häufig an religiösen Stätten verwendet wird. Eine sehr aufwändige und schweisstreibende Arbeit.

    Als nächstes wollten wir am Bahnhof ein Zugticket für den übernächsten Tag kaufen. Wir wurden freudig von kleinen Kindern begrüsst, die uns unterhalteten, während wir uns entschieden, in welcher Schlange wir jetzt anstehen möchten. Wie auch in China und Japan können wir die Schrift leider nicht entziffern. Als wir dann am richtigen Schalter waren, hiess es, es gäbe erst am nächsten Tag Tickets. Also mussten wir nochmals kommen, immerhin bekamen wir von den Kindern einen Kaugummi geschenkt.😊

    Danach besichtigten wir den Royal Palace, die Sanda Muni sowie die Kuthodaw Pagode, welche als grösstes Buch der Welt bekannt ist, bevor es auf den Mandalay Hill ging. Von dort oben betrachteten wir den Sonnenuntergang und praktizierten mit Studenten ihr Englisch.

    Für den nächsten Tag organisierten wir einen Driver, um die drei Königsstädte Amarapura, Sagaing und Innwa zu besichtigen.
    Wir sahen sehr viele verschiedene Pagoden und Kloster. Wir durften sogar einer Mönchsspeisung beiwohnen, wobei uns jedoch die Mönche ein bisschen Leid taten angesichts gewisser Touristen. Um nach Innwa zu gelangen mussten wir einen Fluss überqueren und auf der anderen Seite wartete dann eine Pferdekutsche auf uns. Mit dieser ging es dann zu vier etwas älteren Gebäuden. Hier fühlte man sich um 100 Jahre zurückversetzt, denn die Leute hier leben so, wie wir das nur aus dem Fernsehen kennen.

    Zum Sonnenuntergang ging es dann Richtung U Bein Brücke. Die Brücke gilt als längste und älteste Teakholzbrücke der Welt. Sie wurde um 1850 erbaut und ist an manchen Stellen sehr wackelig. Wir überquerten die Brücke und etwa in der Mitte sind Leandras Flipflop gerissen, also ging es für sie barfuss weiter. Glücklicherweise gibt es überall Einkaufsstände und so konnten wir am Ende der Brücke Ersatz finden. Und mit unserem neuen Begleiter (wieder ein Student) ging es zurück ans andere Ende und für den Sonnenuntergang nochmals in die Mitte der Brücke.

    Zur Zeit befinden wir uns auf unserem nächsten Abenteuer. Ihr hört von uns.😉
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  • Day263

    Zuhause bei den Chin

    April 8 in Myanmar

    Ich habe einen Guide gefunden, der mich noch ein wenig weiter raus bringt. Lung Lee ist Chin und wohnt mit seiner Famile in einer kleinen Bambushütte in einem Dorf, 2 Stunden den Fluss rauf.

    Er wird mich die nächsten 2 Tage herumführen und ich werde bei seiner Famile schlafen.

    Die Chin gehören entweder dem Buddhismus, dem Christentum oder der alten eigenen Religion, dem Animalism, an. Hierbei werden tierische Opfer dargebracht, um z.B. Krankheiten zu heilen.
    Welches Tier geopfert wird, entscheidet der Animal Spirit. Ein berufener Mensch, der die Fähigkeit hat den Kontakt aufzunehmen und zu verstehen.

    Lung Lee wohnt mit seiner Frau und seinem 1 jährigen Sohn bei seiner Mutter. "Ich habe Glück, dass ich der Jüngste bin. Ich darf mich um meine Eltern kümmern, bei meiner Mutter wohnen." - Das ist eine wirklich schöne Art zu Denken, finde ich!

    Die Familie wohnt sehr einfach. Ein kleines Bambushaus, geschlafen wird auf dem Boden, kein Strom (kleines PV Pannel für Licht), das Wasser wird mehrmals täglich vom Fluss geholt und gekocht wird überm offenen Feuer.
    Daran bin ich mittlerweile schon gewöhnt.
    Leider gibt es aber auch keine Toilette!

    Muss man mal, hockt man sich hinter den Baum. Dieser Platz ist gleichzeitig der Schweinestall & die Schweine sorgen auch dafür, dass "nix liegen bleibt". Lung Lee erzählt mir dann auch lachend, dass man manchmal die Schweine verjagen muss, da diese nicht warten wollen bis man ganz fertig ist 😅.

    Jeder hier kaut rund um die Uhr Betelnüsse und so lachen mich alle mit dunkelrot verfärbten Zähnen an.

    Die Kinder sind fasziniert wenn sie mich sehen, aber den ganz Kleinen ist mein andersartiges Aussehen nicht ganz geheuer sie fangen an zu weinen oder verstecken sich.

    Das Essen ist auch gewöhnungsbedürftig. Natürlich wird alles mit Flusswasser zubereitet und spärlich gespült. Nicht weiter schlimm für mich, aber leider benutzen sie zum würzen ganz häufig eine Fischpaste, die das beste Gemüse in ein schwer zu genießendes Gericht verwandelt. Oft geht dann nur Luft anhalten und schnell kauen.

    Der Fluss ist auch das Badezimmer. Bevor es Abendessen gab, ging es mit Seife bewaffnet, aber in voller Montur in den Fluss. Positiver Nebeneffekt, nicht nur ich bin ein bisschen sauberer, meine Kleidung ist es auch 😉.

    Den Abend lassen wir dann noch ausklingen, indem wir zwei Dosen warmes Bier an der Bude zusammen trinken und über das Leben und Glück philosophieren. Natürlich hat Lung Lee zuerst seine Frau und seine Mutter um Erlaubnis fragen müssen 😊.
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  • Day264

    Es trug sich zu, dass die Chin Frauen die schönsten im Königreich waren und der König sie zur Frau nehmen wollte. Aber da hat er die Rechnung ohne den Wirt gemacht. Um Ihren Frauen die Schönheit zu nehmen und sie somit vor dem König zu schützen, fingen die Chin an die Gesichter der Frauen zu tätowieren. Dies war der Beginn dieser Jahrtausende alten Tradition.

    Tätowiert werden die Mädchen bereits mit 9 Jahren. Die Haut ist noch nicht so dick und die Prozedur damit "weniger" schmerzvoll. Jeder Stamm hat sein eigenes Muster. Ich bin bei den Leizo. Das Spinnenmuster soll die Stammeszusammengehörigkeit symbolisieren. Geheiratet wird nur innerhalb des Stammes.

    Der König wollte die Chin nach der Tätowierung tatsächlich nicht mehr. Aber für die Männer des Stammes wurden die Frauen dadurch noch schöner. Wer kein Tatoo hatte, konnte sich eine Hochzeit direkt abschminken & die kleinen Mädchen freuten sich auf den Tag ihres Tatoos, auf dem Tag an dem sie schön wurden.

    Mittlerweile ist das Gesichtstatoo staatlich verboten. Wer es trotzdem macht, darf die Schule nicht besuchen. Dieses fruchtet häufig und konnte die anfängliche Ermordung der Tätowierer und der tätowierten Frauen zum Glück als Druckmittel des Staates ablösen.

    Und so treffe auch ich nur über 60jährige Frauen mit dem Tatoo im Gesicht an.
    Lediglich rund um Mindat gibt es einige Frauen, die lieber auf Bildung, als auf das Tatoo verzichten möchten.
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  • Day268

    Happy Thingyan!!

    April 13 in Myanmar

    Happy buddhist new year!! Heute startet das Water Festival. 5 Tage lang ist Myanmar im Ausnahmezustand. Öffentlicher Nahverkehr ist ausser Betrieb, viele Geschäfte geschlossen & auf der Straße ist der Teufel los.

    Dabei soll es Glück bringen sich gegenseitig mit Wasser zu bespritzen. Bei 40 Grad Celsius eine sehr willkommene Abkühlung 😃.

    Vorallem für die Kinder ist es ein großer Spaß und die Teenager fahren in offenen Wagen und lassen sich von zahlreichen Bühnen am Straßenrand naß machen.Read more

  • Day3

    They do say that travel is as much about the journey as the destination, well today was. We got picked up by the bus at just after 10.00am, the bus was bigger that a minibus but smaller than a coach, one of those ones that has about 20 seats with a row of double seats one side and a row of single seats the other. We had booked in advance and had seats allocated so even though we were one of the last pick ups we still had seats together. On the way out of Mandalay and amidst much tooting of the horn we picked up another couple of local passengers and then, about 45 minutes after we were picked up set out on the main road. Despite a couple of stops to see if we could squeeze more passengers in we were making good progress until after about 40 minutes we pulled off the main road and started down what I would call a minor road, that was only just two lanes wide in places, and we stayed on this kind of road for the rest of the journey, picking up and dropping off people as we went, until we arrived in Bagan about 3.00pm.
    It did mean though that we got to go through lots of small villages and settlements, seeing more of rural Myanmar than we otherwise might have. One of the really interesting things is that there are still a lot of buildings I would describe as traditional in use and being built. Of course there are quite a few buildings using modern materials as well but they are not as prevalent as you might expect.
    I also found out that drivers over here love using their horns: as a warning - a general warning, a warning that they are behind you, a warning to get out of the way, a warning that they are coming through any way, a warning at a blind bend or hill especially when they are overtaking; to see if anyone wants picking up, to say hello to someone they recognise, to say goodbye, to say thank you or *****, sometimes even just for the hell of it.
    Anyway I didn’t think the bus journey was too bad, especially for about £5 or 220Baht each, I’m not sure Tanya agrees with me though and I’m not sure at this time how we will be returning to Mandalay.
    As for Bagan, we haven’t really seen enough to form an opinion yet but the hotel is lovely, we have a rather splendid room, there is a pool, a gym and a spa. We have already been for a swim and have sorted out an electric bike for exploring on tomorrow and a couple of trips for the day after and the hotel are trying to find us a boat trip to go back to Mandalay. The food looks good here so we might eat at the restaurant tonight and get an early night as we have an early start tomorrow to try and beat the worst of the forecast 40 degree heat.
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  • Day4

    Bagan

    May 24 in Myanmar

    We were up bright and early again this morning to make sure that we had a chance to grab some breakfast before jumping on our electric bikes and setting out to explore. The bikes were very similar to our scooters at home but with no engine noise and a slightly different way of accelerating.
    Well what can I say, Bagan the town is nothing to write home about but the pagodas and temples, wow! One of the locals told us there were about 3,000 of them in total and looking at the photos I can well believe it (although there’s nowhere near 3,000😎), everything from quite small ones to grand majestic ones almost everywhere you looked all with really easy access. We literally rode right up to and around most of the ones we visited, although you’re not allowed to climb them any more, all except one and you have to take shoes and socks off to go inside some and even in the grounds of others.
    We started out trying to keep a track of the names of those we visited but not all had name boards and some weren’t named on the map so we gave up on that after a while and just tried to make sure we visited the main sites along with some of the others that are everywhere. I think we did quite well considering it was about 40 degrees in the shade and so hot that by about 1030 most of the temple grounds were too hot to walk around barefoot without burning the soles of your feet. We even had a few ouchey moments walking between where we had to leave our flip flops and the entrance to some of the temples and we could have definitely done with an icy foot bath by the end of the day.
    We had some adventures as we went round as well what with having a few tank slappers (or wobbly moments to you non bikers) as we rode through the sand, having to walk barefoot through bat poo in some of the larger temples and disturbing the odd snake as we rode past. But I have to say that all the locals we have met have been really friendly, there was a chap who took us to a temple and took me, via a very narrow, steep set of steps and a couple of narrow passageways to the top so I could see across the plains a bit better. I’m not sure that we were supposed to be up there but he said it was okay and this was the one last Temple you could climb. All he asked in return was the opportunity to show us his sand paintings and he wasn’t even put out when we didn’t buy any as we had already bought some earlier. There was also a very nice chatty lady who was okay with not being able to sell us anything but still wanted a chat and helped Tanya sort a problem with her hat, which kept blowing off.
    But there was so much to see it feels like we’ve barely scratched the surface of what Bagan has to offer and could have definitely done with a few days more here, but most of the guides advised that you could squeeze a visit in in one day but two was better so we went with that, huh, what do they know! For me this place is up there with Angkor Wat and in some ways better because it hasn’t been fully discovered by the tourist mass market yet. Although I don’t think it’ll be too long before it is so I’d advise anyone thinking about visiting to get a move on before the hordes descend, it’s not the easiest place to get to but we will certainly be visiting again before too long.
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  • Day1

    Mandalay

    May 21 in Myanmar

    We arrived this afternoon at a nice new airport, where we were met by a driver and after Tanya had sorted out a SIM card for her phone and we had exchanged a $100 note for a stack of local notes about an inch thick we set off for the ride to town.
    The new airport is some way out of town (about 30km according to the guide books) but the drive gave us a chance to have a look at the countryside. Truth be told there wasn’t all that much to notice but it did give me some time to notice a few other odd things, like the fact that all the vehicles are right hand drive, same as the UK and Thailand but they drive on the right, which makes no sense at all from a road safety perspective. Could it have been changed very recently, possibly but unlikely however you could always look it up if you’re that interested (and then let me know😎) Also I saw a number of speed limit signs with a 48kph limit on them - a very literal change from 30mph considering that most people and places just go for 50. And Myanmar has an odd time zone which is half an hour behind Thailand. I have the feeling there may be more odd things before this trip is over.
    Anyway, in due course we arrived at the hotel, which is very nice and had a special sign out for Tanya, welcoming her as a VIP - there really will be no living with her now - and checked in. Lovely large room, the only downside is it is a low floor and fronts on to a main road but we’ll see how we get on tonight. Before we say anything. On the plus side there are free cocktails between 1930 & 2030 at the roof top bar - they may live to regret this once Tanya gets there! Once we’d sorted ourselves out we went for a little wander to have a look round the local area. Hardly anyone walks here and we soon found out why, the pavements are in a pretty dreadful state and serve mainly as parking areas and covers for what looks and smells a bit like an open drainage system, although it may be different in other parts of the city as we didn’t go too far. We did find a couple of modern looking malls but it was clear that mall shopping has not caught on here yet and they were pretty empty affairs.
    So first impressions are that are that there is investment and modernisation on the way but hasn’t fully arrived yet, which for us is great as so often now one place can start to look very much like another and it’s nice to visit somewhere that hasn’t gone too far down that road yet. In any case we have only explored a tiny part of the city and things might look very different a couple of blocks away, I’ll let you know.
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  • Day2

    The Royal Palace

    May 22 in Myanmar

    Last night we stayed in and had some food at the hotel, we had only planned to have some cocktails during their free cocktail hour but you know how things are, you’re sipping on a cocktail, see some food come out and think mmm I might have to have something after all. Well with the free cocktails there was no choice just a Whisky Sour or nothing, it was ok but not what we would have chosen and the food was just ok as well although Tanya’s local Myanmar beer was very nice. But the most bizarre thing during the evening was that as we were sat there they started setting up for and then putting on a traditional puppet show, no one had told us about this, it just happened, all a bit strange really.
    This morning we woke up to the sound of rain outside and the traffic splashing it’s way through it, so we didn’t race to get up and had a leisurely breakfast at the hotel. The hotel restaurant has no windows so it wasn’t until we were going back to our room that we noticed the rain had stopped, yay time to make plans.
    Top of our list of places to visit in Mandalay was The Royal Palace so we quickly checked it out then hailed (via Tanya’s phone) a Grab Tuktuk. The Palace sits in the middle of a square plot that is approximately 2km along each side with a rather wide moat running all the way around it, the rest of site is taken up with military buildings / areas and is off limits. Foreigners / tourists are only allowed to enter via the East Gate and having paid the entrance fee one of the group (me) has to surrender their passport or ID and be given a yellow foreign visitor card on a lanyard. Once you get through the gate there is a straight road to the palace, probably about 600 - 700m long with a gaggle of ladies trying to convince yo that you need to hire a cycle or get a motorbike taxi to take you there. Much to Tanya’s disgust I declined and we walked, passing loads of check points and entry forbidden signs on the side roads as we went. I think you have to remember that Myanmar had been under military control for a long time until quite recently but a smile and a nod worked well and everyone seemed friendly.
    The original palace was constructed between 1857 and 1859 but after periods of occupation by the British and then the Japanese was destroyed by allied bombing during World War 2 with only the Royal Mint and the watchtower surviving. What’s there now is a replica that was built in the 1990’s and if you look closely there are clues to this like the corrugated roofs and concrete pillars instead of wood. The good news is that despite all of this its still very impressive and well worth a visit, you can even climb to the top of the watchtower if you want and you get a fantastic view, it’s 121 steps should you fancy it. It was really hot today (about 37 in the shade) and was really humid as well with all of the earlier rain so Tanya opted out and sending me to the top to get the photos and even though I was sweating like I’d just been for a run by the time I got back down it was worth the effort.
    I reckon we must have spent a couple of hours looking round the palace and grounds before heading back to the hotel to cool down. Then a bit later on and with the help of Mr Google Tanya found a really nice coffee shop for a little bit of lunch and liquid refreshment of the non alcoholic type.
    I’ve booked the 10.00 bus to take us to Bagan tomorrow - no boats available unfortunately as it’s the rainy season, not because of water levels or anything just that the rainy season is low season out here and there aren’t enough tourists to make it worth while. There is a government run public ferry that is still running but everything I’ve seen so far says to avoid this option if you can,so we’re taking the advice. The one benefit of this is that we get picked up and dropped of at our hotels and will have time for breakfast rather than the 0630 start with the boat, swings and roundabouts I guess, although even with the early start the boat trip would have been nice.
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  • Day5

    Popa

    May 25 in Myanmar

    We managed a bit more of a leisurely start this morning, only 0730, and had time for a bit of breakfast before we were collected by our car to take us on the roughly 50km drive to Popa.
    For those who have never heard of Popa, and I hadn’t before we started looking at coming here, it is a monastery in the mountains that sits at the top of a volcanic plug, it has pretty much vertical sides all the way round and there is a staircase that winds round the outside to get to the top. A small village has grown up around the base of it, no doubt initially to look after the needs of the monks but now probably as much for the tourists as the monks. Visually it is quite spectacular. It’s also a welcome few degrees cooler than Bagan.
    There are a couple of different entrances you can use to start your ascent, our driver directed us towards one that was flanked by a couple of painted stone elephants but was still less obvious than the main one, which most people use and where the majority of the lower down monkeys hang out. There are quite a lot of monkeys and they are quite bold, running up to people and grabbing stuff, one tried to grab my bottle of water but soon realised that was a mistake. Now with there being quite a lot of monkeys there is quite a lot of monkey poo, much of which seemed to be on the steps and the flat bits between the steps. But there are guys whose job it is to clean up so apart from the smell it wasn’t too bad. That is until after just a short way when it was time for the socks and shoes to come off and go in a locker (to prevent the monkeys stealing them) and for us to continue in bare feet. If I were to say that Tanya was not happy at having to walk in / around the monkey poo that would be an understatement, but we pushed on.
    Now about those steps, I was sure that I’d read one of the quotes that there were about 260, give or take a few, depending on which route you took and I had told Tanya as much. Well it was quickly apparent to me that there were quite a few more than that, 812 to be precise - I counted them on the way down. I don’t think Tanya would have made the ascent if she’d known that, I think I would have been dispatched to take photos and she would have retired to the nearest coffee shop or bar. But I didn’t tell her and she made it, I think she was quite glad she did.
    Needless to say we didn’t race to the top and every time we stopped we seemed to get approached by local people asking us to have a photo taken with them. It’s happened at other locations while we’ve been in Myanmar, we don’t mind but it does seem a bit strange that you might end up posing for someone else’s holiday photos. It’s mainly ladies that have asked us so I did suggest to Tanya that perhaps it was my photo they really wanted but they asked her as well because they didn’t want her to feel left out, I can’t put what she said in reply as persons under the age of 18 might be reading but I could perhaps summarise it as, “don’t be silly!!!”.
    The view from the top was well worth the climb and the descent was a whole lot easier than the ascent, then it was back in the car for the journey back to the hotel. We got back around 1230 giving Tanya plenty of time to scrub the monkey poo off of her feet and have a couple of beers before we went for a bit of late lunch.
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  • Day5

    So to round off our day today I had booked a sunset cruise on the Irrawaddy River, which is the original ‘road’ in Kipling’s Road To Mandalay and I’d booked a private one because it wasn’t much more expensive than a group one and you never know if you’re going to get lumbered with an idiot on a group one. It probably sounds a lot grander than it was, which was something similar to a large wooden long tail boat. We had to clamber down the banks of the river and walk along a plank to get aboard but then we were off and spent a very pleasant hour and a half or so watching the sun go down and keeping an eye on the weather, it was rather blustery and we had a bit of a sandstorm going on to our left and a big rain storm off to our right, fortunately neither hit and all we got was just a little sand. Anyway, photos duly taken of everything we returned to the hotel, noting all the temples and pagodas we hadn’t visited yesterday. Another visit is definitely in order.
    That was going to be it, after writing this yesterday I had intended just to post it when we got to the Mandalay hotel and some decent WiFi (because the WiFi in Bagan had stopped working) and call it a day until we ventured out again tomorrow. However, the bus trip back to Mandalay has prompted me to write more. It was a different company to our bus trip a few days ago and it was an older bus, same type of bus, just older. Which wouldn’t have been a problem but the air conditioning didn’t work properly, well it didn’t work at all - it blew out warm air and our allocated seats were broken. We thought it was just my seat to start with, which was stuck in recline and leant in towards Tanya’s so that I couldn’t use it without rolling in to her. This wouldn’t have been so bad if we were in a cooler climate or the air conditioning was working but as it was it wasn’t pleasant. So the only thing for it was for me to sit forward in my seat and sit as close to the side of the bus as I could, it didn’t help matters that on the aisle side of the seats was one of those old fashioned fold down extra seats that you sometimes find on older buses. I also opened the window to get a bit of air in, I wasn’t the only one doing this. As if things weren’t bad enough as it was, apart from us and one French couple the bus was full of Chinese.
    Anyway, after about an hour and a half we reached our first stop and i had a chance to see just how broken our seats were - they were held together at the back with bungee cords hence the leaning in and supported underneath by a large metal toolbox. I had hatched a plan to move to a vacant single seat at the front before we set off leaving Tanya with the double seat, which would be okay for one. Unfortunately my plan was thwarted by one of the Chinese who got there before me, having moved from a perfectly serviceable seat. There was nothing for it but to move to the little fold down seat for the rest of the journey, at least Tanya was able to get some sleep, although I discovered that the back of the fold down seat was broken as well so I still couldn’t lean back. Oh well, all part of the experience again 😎.
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