Where's my sunset gone?

After being spoilt with night after night of amazing sunsets, I am now sitting outside a coffee shop in Yangon with only cars and buildings for a view. 

The scenery today on my bus trip was beautiful, starting with rolling hills, topped with golden stupas to lush rice fields and thousands upon thousands of rubber trees. 

Let's take Yangon out of the equation, but elsewhere there's not a huge amount of cars on the road. There's always a motorbike with a whole family being transported whizzing past or a horse and cart and a motor taxi.  

I need to rant for a minute about taxi's. I hate the fact that you spend more for 30mins in the taxi than you do for your 6 hour coach journey. Why does that always happen?!!!  

No women allowed on top pagoda

It seems so unusual that there is segregation here. On the boat over to ogre island women were not allowed to sit on the top, but had to sit in the section by the engine or at the very front or back of the boat. I have been segregated before on boats in Kerala, but I was amazed that there are also many temples where it is either forbidden for women to go into the main temple or walk around the top pagoda. In all the Asian countries that I have previously visited I have never come across this gender segregation before in the Buddhist faith. 

Beware the ogre island

I rejoined my American travelling companions and we headed with the famed Mr Anthony from the lonely planet guide and we headed off at 8 am to catch the first ferry to Ogre island. It recommends that you get a guide here as the island is as large as Singapore and has 200, 000 inhabitants, it has not yet been granted a licence to have foreigners staying over so we must get the 3. 30 ferry away! So we have a packed agenda of visiting the rubber band production, the pipe maker, the walking sticker maker, (slightly tempted) and the chalk board maker, who sells across the whole of Burma. 

What a beautiful island and so untouched, but that is the beauty of travelling here as soon as the international barriers are down is that it is all so unspoilt on the surface. 

I tried my hand at using the mangle to dry and stretch rubber, took some lovely pictures of the villagers and then on route to our next destination I asked to stop to take a picture of the local national league for democracy office. With the large pictures outside of Aung San and his daughter, it is amazing to think that two years ago this was not allowed. Amazingly the family give me a NLD flag, which is a wonderful treasured gift. 

Before we head back to the ferry we pop into a local orphanage, sponsored by some American families. There are 36 children here and they warmly welcome us, but sadly we had to rush to the ferry to ensure that we got off the island in time. There's only enough time for a quick rendition of  " ha ha ha he he he" and then we drove like the clappers to get back to the ferry and made it with 5 mins to spare! 

The largest reclining Buddha in the world

The words wow and why so quickly spring to mind but I have not only seen it, but climbed inside the largest reclining Buddha in the world. The sad fact is that they spent 17 years building it and it is facing the wrong way, so opposite they are building another facing east as planned. There was the greatest fundraising technique ever,  you buy a tile for the build - genius!!!!

I'm writing this on my I touch in my favourite local restaurant here. There's a small crowd of waiters over my shoulder watching me and I have just freaked them out by passing round my headphones as they watched a video of mr Tinie Tempah!!! Although today I did see an older woman in a temple reading her Buddhist chants off an iPad! There's even a Christmas tree in the corner and flashing lights on the surrounding trees, very festive. 

I went on an organised trip today with a couple of Americans and had to do a lot of translating  between the softly spoken guide and us. My favourite misunderstanding of the day was that one of burma's biggest export was jams .... Really it's gems!!! 

And then she called me spinster

Whilst heading up the steep steps to get to the temples overlooking the town on a small hill ridge, I walked past the local primary school. Kids were soon hanging out of the glassless windows shouting! The teachers came out and I was beckoned in, as I had already created a lot of disruption!  So within minutes I was sitting in the classroom, to the absolute delight of the kids and was being quizzed by the teachers. Well the questions were the usual - how old am I , who am I travelling with and am I married . So when I answered 42, no-one and no, then one of the teachers said I was a spinster. They immediately fed me with water Mellon - surely as some form of condolence. 

The temples here are breathtaking. On every hill there is a golden stupa shinning across the plains. Today I saw a huge temple honouring Buddhas tooth in a shiny glass cabinet. The only other temple I have visited with the same relic is the incredible Buddha tooth temple in Kandy, Sri Lanka. These temple complexes interlinked on the hill side and I huffed and puffed up the individual steep stairs cases to reach each peak and walk around the golden stupas.  Amazing.

My reward in the evening was to watch the sun set across the river and then to head to the famed beer garden restaurant, where according to LP you can get the coldest beer in town and have wonderful BBQ food. Instead of wearily walking in the heat I treated myself to a motorbike taxi to get me there. This surely  is living the dream with such a perfect combination! 

How do you mime tweezers?

There's a huge sprawling market at the northern riverside and whilst walking through I thought I should get some tweezers, just one of the things I left behind!!! So standing at a cosmetic stall I was madly miming tweezers with pincer movements and  tweaking my hairy eyebrows .... And it worked and I even got a free hair band, or rather I was overcharged for the tweezers - 25p and got something extra as a gift. 

There's not many travellers around here, the humidity makes even the shortest walks unbearable, but as a lone female traveller you really stick out. So many people want to say hello as you walk past. Long gone is the anonymity of London! 

Get me on the right bus!!!!

Oh yes it's that great game - get me on the right bus ... So my taxi picks me up at 615 then get to first bus to take me to the station, success. Then get to main bus station and I'm taken on and off three buses before I get on the right one and start heading down south. 

The most fabulous woman sits next to me and of course I'm the only westerner on the bus.  It says in the LP that some buses refuse to take foreigners, so to be going somewhere    is great. I  was fed on my journey by my neighbour, as I had only managed to buy a bag of crisps in the morning rush! So as always it's a eight hour lazy trip of sleeping, confusion of how long the toilet stops are an being given sweet buns from my neighbour!   So at last I'm in the third largest town mawlamyine, where George Orwell lived. 

I have blisters and sun burn!!

When I tried to book my bus down south at the local travel agents to my hotel I was told that I needed a government permit to travel south. Welcome to rubber time, everywhere in Asia things just take as long as as it does and no sooner! the bus leaves when it's full and you my or my not get to do what you plan too. I headed into town and eventually got my ticket at a small travel agency. Problem solved and no permit needed!!! So looking around the dusty crumpling colonial streets I spot a nail bar, a tattoo parlour and trendy coffee bars with wifi. I also spot the small dusty shops where making a living is  a struggle and taxi drivers in beaten up cars are desperate for trade.  

I head to the most sacred place in Burma, the Shwedagon paya temple complex. It's incredible, set on a hill in middle Yangon, this complex of golden stupas and temples takes your breath away, or is that just the hundreds of steps you need to climb to reach the summit! It's a Saturday afternoon and there are hundreds of devotees walking round and there's monks a plenty, many eager to ask where you are from . The sky is a perfect blue and the sun is beating down, making photography difficult. By now al l my walking has blistered my little toe and despite covering myself with suntan lotion I have a red neck!!!! And let's not talk about the humidity.  Still I find an amazing spot in the shade to people watch and sit by a family to seem to only want to watch me.  This is such an amazing place - so tranquil yet so crowded,  so spiritually full. 

First thoughts

On the flight over I watched luc bressons The Lady, the incredible story of Aung San Sui Kyi.  I had seen Beyond Rangoon many years ago and was aware of the plight of the ordinary Burmese. About ten years ago I travelled across the Thai border at Mai Sot for a day trip and have had to wait all these years until the government has allowed foreign tourists to travel independently, often under restrictions, to this amazing country.  On my nine hour bus trip today I listened to Sui Kyi  giving two of the annual Leith lectures on freedom and democracy. This is the greatest rite of any citizen, and one that is too often taken for granted , with a lazy and apathetic attitude to voting.  Scratch the surface of the landscape    covered with golden stupas, the smiling faces and the chanting and you find yourself in a land the has recently been recognised as the most corrupt in the world, second only to Somalia. 

There are pictures of Aung San, the founding father of democracy around along with smiling images of Sui Kyi herself, but there are police on street corners across Yangon and its democratic leader has just entered parliament after almost twenty years under house arrest and subsequent imprisonment. 

In her lecture she welcomes independent travellers here, to see this beautiful country, to spend our dollars away from the govt and crony led hotels and restaurants and to experience what Burma has to offer. It reminds me of waiting for that window of opportunity to visit Sri Lanka nine years ago when there was a major ceasefire from the Thamel tigers.

flashlight welcome

So my warm welcome to Yangon was the taxi being pulled over and the police checking the drivers papers whilst going around the car peering in with a torch!! We quickly headed off on our way, but arriving after midnight makes you just want to rush to your hotel, especially as I had ordered a cab and it didn't show, which was a shame, as there in nothing more thrilling than arriving in a far and distant land and be greeted with someone with your name written on a sign! Instead I was greeted by hoards of eager taxi drivers trying to tug away my luggage and asking me where I am staying.