Myanmar - Finale

Leaving Inle Lake was difficult. Not only because we wanted more time to explore, but because we knew that the next stop was Yangon; a place in which we had already fruitlessly turned almost every stone in search of inspiration. There was just one more thing to see in Yangon, the Shwe Dagon temple. The main attraction. The ‘dessert’ that our tour organizer had saved for last.

Out front, we were treated to an impromptu hooligan caneball match, which was an exciting distraction.

Indeed, the temple was interesting, even to a non-Buddhist. The sheer goldness of it was hard to ignore. But, after Bagan and Inle Lake, it was hard to really appreciate its glory. I felt for our guide, who tried hard to make our tour exciting, knowing full well that we had just come from a grand tour of the inland. And just when we thought the sightseeing was finished, we were invited to check out the Burmese nightlife. As you might expect, things are done a little differently here. We went to a place called Power Light, which fits somewhere along the spectrum between karaoke bar and strip club. Hired women come out and sing, sometimes also dancing (conservatively, of course…often in that grade 7 style). Men show their approval by buying things to decorate the ladies with – mostly garlands. Sometimes the garlands pile so high that it becomes awkward for the girl to sing or dance. It is possible to tell how popular a girl is by the quantity and quality of the garlands she is strutting by the end of her song. Not surprisingly, it turns out, many of the girls that become well endowed end up ‘working overtime’.

It was an interesting end to this crazy trip. This is a place of contradictions. Gold everywhere, and people living with nothing. Rule takers and rule breakers. Peace loving buddhists and an aggressive militant regime.

Apparently there are promises of an election sometime this year, though nobody seems to know when or if they will happen. This is a country ready for change. It seems that Aung San Suu Kyi’s virtual endorsement of travel in the region has begun to open things up. Elections might be a window for full fledged tourism in the near future, in which case, this place is about to undergo tremendous change. There are certainly signs that this could be positive for the people living here; however, I’m not sure they are ready for rapid change on that scale.

Water Village, Flaming Pink Tassles and One legged Fishermen

This trip just keeps getting better. From Mandalay, we headed to Inle Lake, an outrageously beautiful body of water that is the setting for a number of traditional settlements. Starting with the market, we enjoyed an intimate look at the way in which the people in the region live. This beats any try-hard-city-slicker farmers market that I've ever seen. It's the real deal.

Even monks enjoy dvd's and music. Tasty...Though there is clearly a tourism industry here, it feels a less disturbed by it than, say, Bagan and Mandalay. Accessibility seems to be the key reason (it certainly isn't a matter of virtue). We had to take a one hour journey on a long boat to get to our lakeside hotel, which was another 45 minutes by boat from the 'main attraction'; an entire community built on the water. Stilted homes. Floating gardens.

The community depends heavily on fishing and, in fact, is known for its unique fishing style. The fisherman use one leg to paddle and steer the boat, meanwhile using both hands to handle the fishing net.
There are a few religious sites located in the village, including a temple that is home to a family of jumping cats. I hadn't realized that cats could be trained so well to do tricks.

A visit to another village, located nearby on the lakeside, made us wish that we had more time here. Hiking and trekking opportunities abound from here, but we were only able to enjoy a taste. There was a local fair taking place, which meant a lot of excitement and carnival-style games, including gambling (which is illegal). The main game here is like a giant manual slot machine (pictures werent allowed, otherwise I'd have a whole slideshow!). Three gigantic dice about the size of milk crates, resting on a flat board that is at a 60 degree angle, suspended by a long stick that is held by a person who releases the dice (one by one). It seems so primitive, yet even we (who have been to vegas) were captivated.

Our short hike took us past 1045 stupas on a hill. Had we not already been to Bagan, this might have been more interesting. It seems a shame that it is so easy to start to take these impressive things for granted. Then again, by now, the things we are appreciating the most are the people and the way of life here. It just seems so peaceful. Like these kids playing in their island yard. It's hard to tell from the picture, but one of the kids is wearing gummy fangs. We were passing by in a boat and just wanted to jump out and play along. Looked like so much fun.

Our hotel was presenting a cultural show. One of the stars of the show was a giant pink deer - the sort that has two guys underneath it, operating the movement of the legs, body and head. This one was special because it could pick up a candle with its mouth and light it. Impressive. And then they brought out the fireworks. Given that we were dining in a wooden house on a lake, this gave me the same sort of uneasy feeling that I had a few years ago when Erik's uncle Gary was pouring gasoline on the fire at our campsite in Kananaskis. but we watched with interest anyway think that it might have been my North American. When he knocked one of the over and then tried to correct it with his foot, flaming pink tassles seemed inevitable. But, thankfully, they quickly got it under control.

We spent two nights here, but could have done more. Sunsets continue to inspire. The first night.

and then the second.

Mandalay and the Moustache Brothers

We caught an early flight to Mandalay and arrived in time to watch 1000 monks having lunch at one of the larger monasteries in the city. And can you believe it, we saw yet another few friends from school. Seems that Burma is the place to be right now.

We visited a 1.2km long teak bridge that was built in 1849 and generally explored the area surrounding the city. The Royal Palace is in the middle of the city, surrounded by a moat and then a brick wall that is 2 metres thick and 2 kilometres long on each side. Sounds safe, but not so much. The palace itself has been rebuilt as the original was destroyed through a combination of fires and war. In any class, it's clear that protecting the palace, and the country, is now of paramount importance. The sign outside explains the 'people's desire'...

Another of the city's attractions is the Golden buddha. It gains 6 pounds per year on account of the gold leaf that people bring and press on to the statue. Must have more gold... Some monks approached us and asked if they could take a picture, which was kind of funny.

Our pursuit of the perfect sunset continued in Mandalay. This time we caught it from a temple on a hill overlooking the city.

We met up with two of the other INSEAD groups that are coincidentally here in Mandalay at the same time as us. Dinner was an adventure as we grabbed some local food at a restaurant whose menus made you want to take a shower after you touched them. Miraculously, none of us are feeling sick yet. (if you can't tell, I'm struggling a bit with the food here).

Then we it a comedy show put on by the infamous Moustache brothers. In 1996 after telling politically charged jokes about Myanmar generals at an Independence Day celebration at Aung San Suu Kyi's compound in Yangon, two of the performers were arrested and sentenced to seven years hard labour. After protest from the international community (Rob Reiner and Bill Maher), the two were released after 5 years.

They perform in the private and for foreigners only (our guide would not even drop us off at the place). For our show, the place was packed with about 16 people. Since the power supply is so unreliable, they have several back up solutions to provide light and sound. When one supply cuts out, a red light bulb flashes on, accompanied by an alarm. The first time this happened, I think that I just about had a heart attack.

As if we didn't have enough adventure for the night, the eight of us packed in/on a tiny blue mazda truck to get home. You'll note that there is not sitting room for 8.

Bagan part deux

We were lucky to find someone today that was willing to talk about life here and learned an interesting fact that, in my opinion, is quite revealing in terms of the economic barriers to wealth creation in this country. The central bank has a history of implementing tactics such as making the 50,000 note (US$50 equivalent) illegal, on the justification that the only ones that hold them are corrupt officials. A great equalizer, I suppose, but doesn't inspire confidence in the currency. Perhaps that is one reason why trust and the bank system are two things that don't go together here. If we think that we have problems in North America, think again. People don't even use banks here.

There are other differences too. Like the Thanaka paste that people (mostly women) put on their faces. You'd be hard pressed to find a woman here without it. It's made from ground bark and applied to the cheeks to protect from the sun and also to look nice. To a westerner, it's a bit freaky at first. But, after a few days, we are basically used to it. Stopped to look at some wall paintings and ran into a few friends from school. That makes the fourth time I have come across someone that I know from school during this trip.

We stopped at a farm and watched how sesame and peanut oil being made the old fashioned way - with an ox and a gigantic morter and pestle.

At the same place, we also saw how palm wine is made - a two day home brew process using a distilling process that resembled the Liebig condenser that we made in grade school science class.

We saw a man on the street with an owl. Apparently they are easy to catch during the day since they are sleeping. (that's not hunting!). It seems that the main purpose of this is to get westerners to pay them money to release the owls. The main event of the day was a visit to a temple on top of a dormant volcano. We could drive most of the way to the top, bu then climbed over 700 steps to reach the top. Normally this would be a piece of cake, but these particular stairs were infested with mangey and aggressive monkeys. To make matters worse, the monkey-pee-covered-stairs were apparently part of the temple, which meant that we had to be barefoot as we climbed them.

Little monk kids fooling around.

There was a payphone in one part of the temple.

We also checked out a weaving factory/sweatshop. Hard to believe this stuff is still done by hand!

Another spectacular sunset. From the top of a temple.

From my hotel room.

Bagan

The airport was abuzz for our 630am departure. Apparently this is what happens in a country in which you have a limited number of carriers and a limited number of airplanes. Start with first daylight, do your round, then repeat the circuit until it gets dark.

Our tickets didn't have our names or the time of departure on them, just a flight number. So, we waited patiently as men would come around with hand drawn cardboard signs indicating which flight was boarding. Rather informal, which is why we were not entirely surprised when Iris's luggage failed to make it off the plane with us. A detail that caused a bit of concern since it wasn't obvious that there was a system in place to i) locate, or ii) return the luggage.

We carried on with the tour of Bagan anyway. Our first stop was a monks graduation/celebration procession. The procession is accomplanied by music, which is played from an gigantic oldschool loud speaker.Essentially a three hour parade in which young children who have just finished the first stage of their monks studies are dressed up in fancy clothing and shown off to the town.

At first the costumes seem over the top. That is, until you see the temple. Apparently, gold is pretty popular here.

Next stop was the market, since we needed to pick up some ammenities for Iris in case her luggage didn't show up - and also since we were hungry. We found what we needed for Iris, and our appetites were taken care of (rather unconventionally) by walking through the meat market. If last nights experience at the market was shocking, today really put that into perspective. Look closely and you will see dead fish baking in the sun, next to red meat covered in flies, next to dead chickens baking in the sun.

The winner was the dead rats covered in flies. I bent down to take a closer look, thinking that my eyes might be deceiving me. When I got in nice and close a swarm of flies flew off the carcass, causing me to panic (to everyone's amusement).

The market is full of neat things to see. Like this old lady smoking a stogie.

Walking around, we eventually bumped into a guy (seemingly randomly) who advised us that Iris's luggage had been found - in Mandalay. I have no idea how he found us - our decision to stop at the market was spontaneous. It did make us feel a bit as though our activities were being monitored. Or at least it was not difficult to find us, if someone wanted to.

Our hotel on a river that is lined on either side with beautiful sandy beaches. Where the sand ends, agriculture begins. It's stunning. The place will be ruined in a matter of years as the tourism industry expands and destroys the landscape.

No tour is complete without a trip to a temple.

And there are plenty around here to see. There are literally thousands of temples, pagodas and other religious structures here. It's crazy.These two little monks aren't as cute as they look. They asked me to take a picture, then insisted that I pay them. It kind of took away from the 'innocent and holy' image that I like to associate with monks.

We visited a Lacquerware workshop, which was interesting. Lacquerware is an extremely labour intensive process that turns bamboo-based structures into something that is more durable (but not as durable as, say, plastic) and attractive. Interesting to look at; however, it doesn't strike me as the type of industry that will get this country into the next stage of development. Too many superior substitutes are available. We climbed up one of the highest pagodas for a view of the sunset. I think I might have taken about 50 pictures, it was so incredible. But I will share just one. Afterward, we went to the night market. It was too far to walk, so we took a taxi. In Bagan that means a horse cart. Seriously. A place stuck in time.

Yangon

After leaving Erik in the Bangkok airport, I headed straight to boarding my flight to Yangon, Myanmar. Every country in the region seems to have its own quirks in the immigration system. This was no exception. The visa process begins with a minimum two week processing time that involves 'sending the application by courier to the Ministry of Tourism, which is 300km away'. Even with my stack of paperwork in hand, I was unable to avoid a two hour hang-up with customs officials.

As it's not possible to get local currency before entering the country and bank machines are non-existent here, we had to make arrangements for foreign exchange after our arrival. We sat down for tea and 'our local banker' whips out a stack of cash of the size you might expect to see in a James Bond movie. The exchange rate is something like 1000 Kyat to 1 US dollar, and the common denomination is 1000 Kyat and exchanges are done on a minimum transaction of US$100. Translation, leave your wallet at home, you're going to need a bag to carry your money here.

Our guide attributed his excellent English to Nicolas Cage, whose movies had been a source of hours of entertainment and education about American culture. I want you to think about the consequences of that for a moment. During his explanation of religious beliefs, he explained that 'what you think about before you die will determine how things happen in your next life'. So, he explained, he will plan to think about America before he dies because many beautiful people in America. Hate to break it to you, but I'm not sure that the people you see in Nicolas Cage movies are the best proxy for the American population.

After ticking the boxes for the usual tourist stops, we took a bicycle taxi down to the water for sunset and watched the locals flying kites. Then we headed to chinatown for dinner and checked out the market. Clearly, there are different notions about how to handle meat in this country. Impossible to capture it in a picture, but perhaps as effective, I will share with you a question that Ani posed to me in the market...'Is that a CAT on the meat?'. Nuf said.

Bangkok

The journey from Phnom Penh to Bangkok took only 70 minutes, but it feels like we just teleported to another dimension. All of the luxuries of a western city (proper toilets), combined with constant reminders that 'oh yeah, you're in asia' (knock off street vendors).

From our hotel room balcony, Erik spotted a sweet pool/patio on the roof top of the building next to us. When it turned out to actually be OUR pool, it almost made us forget that our room was five floors above the most popular bar in Kosahn.

To fulfill our culture quota, Erik and I checked out a temple at the national palace. It was a good reminder that attitudes around 'personal space', 'line-up etiquette', and 'safety' differ in this part of the world.

side note: there are a disproportionately high number of white dudes with asian girlfriends here. just an observation.

We were feeling adventurous with dinner and checked out an asian grill. Although the it was novel to cook your own food, it seemed a little impractical to have half of your meat stick to the grill. It wasn't until we were down to the last few pieces that we realized the white stuff that we had been saving for last was fat, not fish, and that it was meant to be cooked first. Rookie mistake.

For the finale, Erik took me to see Avatar in 3D. Although I love movies, I haven't been to the theatre since we went to see the Lord of the Rings. The fact that the story line is predictable and the movie is 2 hours 45 minutes long is entirely compensated for by the intense visual experience and the good company.

The End of the Road

Heading south from Phnom Penh and the Killing Fields, Erik and I continued our discovery of the Cambodian countryside. Takeo, then Kep, then Kampot, then Sihanoukville. Each with a slightly different flavour.

We passed 5 weddings getting to Takeo. Weddings here are invariably decorated pink, orange and yellow, with Khmer music blasting over speakers that must come from the drive-thru-window-speaker factory. Tables are arranged under a tent on the 'side of the road' (on the road). Beside the entrance is a picture of the bride and groom dressed and posing like they might be royalty.

Kep was our first stop at the beach. Seems to be where the 'have's' go to play. Neither Erik nor I are particularly fond of actually going into the ocean, but the sound of the waves, combined with the reduced mosquito population make it a pleasant spot to unwind. We stayed at a beautiful little boutique hotel that had only a handful rooms - colonial stone architecture, combined with a little bit of 70s style add-ons. An infinity pool. A few hammocks. And some peace and quiet. It wasn't uniquely Khmer, but it was the sort of place that makes you want to work hard so that you can afford to stay there longer. If I could do it again, another night there would be time well spent.

We encountered our first 'hills' of the trip as we made our way to Sihanoukville. All hills here are marked with signs; even some that might qualify as false flats in Canada. I suppose these are helpful when you are driving an ox-drawn carriage that doesn't have any brakes to speak of, but they are totally useless to bikes, motos and cars.

Our last day full day here was in Sihanoukville - the end of the road. It was scheduled to be a rest day, after almost two weeks of riding. Erik convinced the guide to take us out for one more spin.

I feel like we could spend some more time here easily. Packing the bikes up just felt a bit premature. But, there is real life for both of us to get back to, eventually.

Next stop is Bangkok for a few nights, then we go our separate ways for another couple of months.
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