Mikayla Journee

Yangon (and thoughts on Myanmar)

We had no idea what to expect from Myanmar before we arrived, and this of course was part of the appeal. Reading a local magazine article whilst in Bagan was revealing, with the title that read “Ready of Not, The Tourists are Coming,” and discussing the massive influx of tourists to the country since it opened its doors in 2011. The country seems to be letting everyone in (as we were reassured at the embassy in Bangkok when applying for our visas) and yet the tourist infrastructure is so small that in 2012 tourists were left to sleep in a travel agent’s office as there was no accommodation for them, and similarly in Bagan, the monasteries were becoming guesthouses in themselves. 

The lack of tourist facilities means that its a harder country to travel in. Though we found no problems arranging transportation to the places we wanted to visit, the options for accommodation are fewer, which has meant the prices for these sought after rooms are incredibly expensive in comparison to the country’s Asian cousins. A room for $35 a night, instead of $15, makes a difference to the budget! 

Yangon definitely doesn’t cater to tourists, and we felt like we were starting from scratch as we had to engage in some stealth spying to learn how the locals eat. There are so many small side dishes on offer, and one never knows how to use utensils properly either!

 

Photos by Ben and Mikayla Journee

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After two and a half months in India, we knew our stuff. And Nepal was so similar (and so touristy) that the transition out of India couldn’t have been easier. We were also familiar with Thailand’s way as we’d been on holiday there two years ago, so we already knew not to put the fork in our mouths and to use the spoon instead. But here, we had no one’s advise to follow, no prior knowledge through movies and such like, and suddenly everything was new, and everything about the country feels uncertain (though perhaps we were carrying this with us, as a result of the immense international attention and discussion over the country in recent years). 

Yangon, initially, felt remarkably Indian in terms of street appearance. And we found strong Indian influences in the food (samosa and daal in soup for example and Indian chai...almost...oh how we miss it). But then we realised the influence of its other big brother neighbour, China, with noodles, soups, chopsticks and what feels to us like crazy cuts of meat. And then, as we ventured further into Yangon’s food culture, we found the decidedly Burmese (Myanmarese?) cuisine, with oily and strong flavoured fish ‘curry’, served with rice, lots of raw vegetables, brothy soup and dipping sauces. And the introduction of a real bitter flavour marked itself apart from the balance of spicy, salty, sweet, and sour flavours in next-door Thailand.

Samosa salad stall

Samosa salad stall

Samosa salad. 

Samosa salad. 

Fried noodle dish

Fried noodle dish

Fried noodles with chopped spring roll

Fried noodles with chopped spring roll

At 999 Shan Noodle Shop.

At 999 Shan Noodle Shop.

Yellow rice and tomato chutney

Yellow rice and tomato chutney

Oily wonton with pork.

Oily wonton with pork.

Kebab stall.

Kebab stall.

Noodle salad at Be Kind to Animals: The Moon in Bagan.

Noodle salad at Be Kind to Animals: The Moon in Bagan.

The bloody stunning aubergine curry at Be Kind to Animals: The Moon in Bagan.

The bloody stunning aubergine curry at Be Kind to Animals: The Moon in Bagan.

Man making chapatis.

Man making chapatis.

Vendor selling fried insects.

Vendor selling fried insects.

Fruit market.

Fruit market.

We’ve also learnt of several other things that we feel have characterised what little of Myanmar we have seen. 

Firstly, everyone (save for a few westernised youngins) wears longyis (sarongs), tied differently for men and women and flip flops. Covered shoes are incredibly rare, even amongst those dressed in western clothes. As Myanmar becomes increasingly wordly, it will come as no surprise if western fashion takes a more pronounced foot hold. The very start of this can already be seen. 

Almost every woman (and some men, but not the majority) wear thanaka which is a pale coloured paste made from the bark of the thanaka tree. The somewhat gritty, cream paste is smeared across the face in different quantities and shapes.

Fruit seller wearing thanaka and cutting up Mikayla's moshmi.

Fruit seller wearing thanaka and cutting up Mikayla's moshmi.

A longyi store at Bogyoke market.

A longyi store at Bogyoke market.

Also, there is an unbelievable amount of people who chew on kun-ya, literally all day. This mild stimulant comprises of betel leaf, pasted with calcium hydroxide and wrapped around an areca nut (and sometimes chewing tobacco as well), is sold in immense quantities on every street corner, and the red liquid is spat constantly and overwhelmingly everywhere. With a mouth full of red liquid, it looks as if the chewers have a mouth full of blood, and after years of chewing, one’s teeth and gums are in no good state. We will not miss this, at all.  

One of the ever present kun-ya stalls dotted around Yangon.

One of the ever present kun-ya stalls dotted around Yangon.

A rather charming trend has been the use of child-size plastic tables and chairs used at street vendor’s stalls. As it is also the case that tea is offered at each of these stalls, the streets of Yangon seems to be perpetually in a state of tea party, with adults accosting the pint-sized furniture for their lunch and tea.

Yangon tea shop.

Yangon tea shop.

We find the pale pink (with brilliant orange petticoat) robes worn by Burmese nuns so beautiful. We’ve enjoyed the trend for buses to have televisions, playing what seem like variety theatre shows with songs, dance and satire. We’re not so keen on the ‘extra’ seats in the buses though, as the aisle is sacrificed in place of more seats, so each row becomes a bench seat for 5. Heaven forbid the need to exit the bus in a hurry, or any need for comfort for that matter. 

We’ve found that almost every time you make eye contact with a person, a smile is shared. And this warmth and friendliness has been such a pleasure. And though its been a challenge, and the country has a lot of progress to be made (the upsetting amount of school-age children working in restaurants to say the least) it’s also been very interesting, and we’ve been absorbing and thinking about everything we’ve been experiencing while we’ve been here.

Mikayla made a friend at Shwedagon Pagoda.

Mikayla made a friend at Shwedagon Pagoda.

We had a (very small) party to celebrate our 100th day away while in Yangon. This made us a bit homesick, and by extension tired. We’re looking forward to having a bit more time in each place to temper the long bus rides as we continue our journey through SE Asia starting with Chiang Mai in Thailand. We can’t quite believe we’ve been on the road for over three months, and now only have less than 50 days before we begin to head home! We’ve still got lots of see and lots to do, and we’re looking forward to it all.

  

Pokhara

We had just met our half way mark when we travelled to Pokhara (apparently on one of the worst roads in the world, but we thought it was a breeze compared to some of the roads we'd been on in India)! At half way, we indulged in a few comforts, and Pokhara had plenty of comforts on offer. It was quite obviously a tourist town (we weren't surprised by this), but it is something we once turned up our noses at a little. But at this stage of our journey, we didn't at all mind the lakeside restaurants, the flippin good coffee at the cafe next door, or the mini mart across the road. 

 

Photos by Ben Journee

Phewa Tal (Phewa Lake)

Phewa Tal (Phewa Lake)

Temple on a small island on the lake

Temple on a small island on the lake

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Bunnies at our guesthouse. They became our friends and we were a little sad to say goodbye to them.

Bunnies at our guesthouse. They became our friends and we were a little sad to say goodbye to them.

Only rowboats (no motors) on the lake meant it was wonderfully quiet.

Only rowboats (no motors) on the lake meant it was wonderfully quiet.

 We enjoyed being out doors too! Taking the 'scenic route' walk up to the World Peace Pagoda was an adventure, which included getting a little lost in the forest, leeches (which were fucking foul), and even a far too large snake (also foul). We spent a lot of time on the lake, including hiring a boat for the whole day, pulling up across the lake for lunch, and reading in the middle of the lake in utter peace and quiet with the mountains in the background (just). And we went for a bike ride around the northern end of the lake as well, on the bumpiest road you can imagine. This resulted in a couple of 'John Wayne' walks for the next couple of days.

Footbridge to the start of the Pagoda track

Footbridge to the start of the Pagoda track

This was the clear part of the track

This was the clear part of the track

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World Peace Pagoda (built by the same Japanese Buddhist who built Shanti Stupa in Leh)

World Peace Pagoda (built by the same Japanese Buddhist who built Shanti Stupa in Leh)

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View of Phewa Tal from the World Peace Pagoda

View of Phewa Tal from the World Peace Pagoda

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 The trip up to Sarangkot (viewpoint for the Himalayas) was breathtaking. We chose a perfect, clear morning and the sacred peak of Machhapuchare (Fish Tail) turned on all its glory.

View from Sarangkot lookout

View from Sarangkot lookout

The Himalayas extending into forever

The Himalayas extending into forever

Machhapuchare (Fish Tail)

Machhapuchare (Fish Tail)

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We walked past these kids playing on the way back down the hill

We walked past these kids playing on the way back down the hill

Nepal felt a little bit like a halfway point, which is what it was. It felt like a holiday. It was easy, a little indulgent, and totally relaxing. It was a wonderful place to transition from India, into the beginning of our second half.  

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Sunset over Phewa Lake

Sunset over Phewa Lake

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Kathmandu

Ours was a pleasant first impression of the subcontinent’s small neighbour. Crossing the border around 9pm (after a ten hour journey in the back of a jeep), we were given a friendly welcome, which we appreciated all the more because our parting gift from India was to be somewhat cheated on our trip out of the country (the jeep was supposed to be a tourist bus, and trust us, it makes a massive difference). 

Our first impressions were not to be broken. We have found Nepal to be a remarkably easy place to travel, full of home comforts that we’ve appreciated at our half way mark. We have found the Nepalese friendly, the bargaining has been relaxed, and we’ve actually experienced customer service! How different. The food is similar to India, the fashion is similar (though with a funkier western-dressed younger generation), the language too bled seamlessly into one another. And yet, in other ways it couldn’t be more different, and for us, the change was met with a couple of smiles, and some deep, relaxed breaths.

 

Photos by Ben Journee

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We began our time in Kathmandu with the walking tour offered by Lonely Planet, a common thing to do we found out, as we seemed to follow another couple who similarly had their guide book out.

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We would have to recommend the walking tours, as they allow you to explore the hidden alleyways and courtyards without getting dismally lost, or navigate the overwhelmingly busy market, and they also draw your attention to special details that you would otherwise not notice or fully appreciate. For example, the small 9th or 10th century Buddha sculpture, tilting slightly, that sits beneath the entrance to a dentist and beside an old television store. Another gem was being pointed out the large chunk of wood that has been covered with thousands of coins, nailed on as offerings to the toothache god.

Small Buddha relief next to the television shop

Small Buddha relief next to the television shop

Coin covered log for the toothache god

Coin covered log for the toothache god

Kathmandu’s streets are layered in history. Centuries old buildings now house contemporary stores, historical temple steps are used as platforms for people to sell their wares, and various deity sculptures are layered thick with bright red and orange paste which has been applied in worship for generations.

Ganesh was a super popular deity around Kathmandu

Ganesh was a super popular deity around Kathmandu

Another Ganesh

Another Ganesh

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Apparently this old building owns the oldest windows in Kathmandu 

Apparently this old building owns the oldest windows in Kathmandu 

We loved the many stores in the basements of historic buildings!

We loved the many stores in the basements of historic buildings!

How could we not? 

How could we not? 

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A spice seller at the busy chowk (sqaure) called Asan Tole. We wish the image could capture the smell too!

A spice seller at the busy chowk (sqaure) called Asan Tole. We wish the image could capture the smell too!

Dried fish stall

Dried fish stall

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Many of the temples we visited were open courtyards, filled rather irregularly with small statues, stupas and shrines, and almost always, there was a magnificent (and inspiring) blend of Buddhist and Hindu figures and symbolism, which reveals a religious philosophy that is open, layered and malleable.

 

Seto Machhendranath Temple

Seto Machhendranath Temple

Feeding grain to the pigeons helps to boost your karma

Feeding grain to the pigeons helps to boost your karma

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Itum Bahal courtyard 

Itum Bahal courtyard 

Kathesimbhu Stupa

Kathesimbhu Stupa

 Kathmandu’s Durbar Square is a palace complex, packed with temples and courtyards. An interesting palace was the Kumari Bahal, a striking courtyard-centred building of burnt orange brick and black wooden carvings, and home to the Kumari. The Kumari Devi is a living goddess, a young girl who is believed to be an incarnation of the goddess Taleju (Durga). Once a day she stands at her window for onlookers to admire her. Her reign ends at the event of her first period, at which time the young girl converts back to 'normal' life, and the search begins for the next living goddess. 

Kumari Bahal courtyard

Kumari Bahal courtyard

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Souvenir stalls in Durbar Square

Souvenir stalls in Durbar Square

Temples of Durbar Sqare

Temples of Durbar Sqare

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Sculpture of Bhairav (Shiva in his destructive manifestation) 

Sculpture of Bhairav (Shiva in his destructive manifestation) 

A large stone inscription to the goddess Kalika written in 15 languages. The spout in the middle of the wall will apparently flow with milk if someone can decipher them all.

A large stone inscription to the goddess Kalika written in 15 languages. The spout in the middle of the wall will apparently flow with milk if someone can decipher them all.

A shrine that has been crushed by a tree

A shrine that has been crushed by a tree

The busy and extremely congested market of Kel Tole

The busy and extremely congested market of Kel Tole

Again, how could we not?

Again, how could we not?

We visited Bodnath (or Boudha, or Boudhanath) which is the largest stupa in Asia. We circumambulated (walked clockwise around) the massive structure a number of times in the drizzling rain, and enjoyed a coffee overlooking the rather charming, slow paced and quiet courtyard and watching other pilgrims on their journey around the monumental stupa.

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Butter lamps

Butter lamps

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Swayambunath (also known as the Monkey Temple) was a joyous fusion of Buddhist and Hindu iconography. The large stupa that dominates the courtyard is the first thing one sees after the ladder-like climb. The courtyard is full of smaller shrines, stupas and temples, it's dotted with souvenir shops and a couple of cafes, and the full, musty smell of incense and butter lamps hangs in the air.  

Mani wall at the bottom of the staircase

Mani wall at the bottom of the staircase

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Patan is now essentially a suburb of Kathmandu, but was once a kingdom of its own along with Kathmandu and Bhaktapur, each of which has their own Durbar Square. The streets of Patan were similarly as layered and interesting as Kathmandu. Apparently stumbling across some festival celebrations, we followed crowds of people through a few major, lively and beautiful temples. And we may have got slightly abreast of Lonely Planet's instructions as we attempted the maze-like walk through low-roofed passages that connected numerous courtyards. But we found our way in the end.

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A 600 year old stupa that was damaged in 1367 by Muslim invaders

A 600 year old stupa that was damaged in 1367 by Muslim invaders

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Golden Temple

Golden Temple

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Patan's Durbar Square

Patan's Durbar Square

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One of the dark alleyways between courtyards

One of the dark alleyways between courtyards

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Varanasi

We were warned about this being the crazy city of all crazy cities, with the most annoying and tricksy rickshaw wallahs and touts, but we really feel that Varanasi has got an unfair reputation...but perhaps over two months in India has prepared us, and/or perhaps, it’s that same Gangas energy that we found in Rishikesh. People at the ghats in Benares (the local name for this holy city) are more concerned with the river than with anyone else (ie. us), and this was a nice change from many other cities we have visited.

 

Photos by Ben Journee

The ghats from the river

The ghats from the river

Most people are here to wash away their sins in the holy waters or cremate their dead relatives in order to send their souls to Nirvana. It’s a powerful city, that has a really good energy and visible history. No-one for instance knows how long the fire has been burning at Marnikarnika (cremation) ghat, perhaps 500 years, perhaps 1000, and the thick layer of soot on the surrounding temples and buildings suggests this.

Boat ride at dawn

Boat ride at dawn

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One of the quiet ghats

One of the quiet ghats

Desaswamedh (Main) Ghat

Desaswamedh (Main) Ghat

Marnikarnika (Cremation) Ghat from a distance (photos are not appropriate close to this ghat for obvious reasons)

Marnikarnika (Cremation) Ghat from a distance (photos are not appropriate close to this ghat for obvious reasons)

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We stumbled across the women's festival called Jeevitputrka, which had Assi ghat loaded with the most beautiful array of saris you will ever see. Women were gathered in groups, and performing special prayers and puja for the well-being of their sons. The ghats were covered with flowers, incense, tumeric paste and butter lamps. The sights and smells were amazing.

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A woman carrying water from the Ganga

A woman carrying water from the Ganga

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 Being part of the Ganga Aarti in Varanasi was a completely different experience to that of Rishikesh. We were part of a group in its hundreds as opposed to in its dozens and the many tourist-filled boats watching from the water made it feel like more of a spectacle. Even though the music in Rishikesh was more accomplished, it was a really special puja to be part of. We were reminded that this ceremony is performed every single day when neither power cut, nor semi-stampeding bull could put a halt to the proceedings.

View from our spot

View from our spot

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Aarti lamps

Aarti lamps

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All in all, Varanasi was a fantastic place to end our 10 weeks in India. In many ways, it was a culmination of everything we have experienced here and a perfect place to reminisce and observe and consider how far we have come and how much we have grown.

Very nearly half way.... see you in Nepal.

 

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Agra - The Taj Mahal

The most beautiful building in the world, that which made “the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes” (Shah Jahan) and the “embodiment of all things pure” (Rudyard Kipling) was pretty effing perfect for us. Our first sight of her was from the rooftop of our hotel, and on the afternoon we arrived we spent a quiet couple of hours with her from the nearby park, with the enormous domes and minarets peeping out behind the beautiful green vegetation.

 

Photos by Ben Journee

 

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The next morning we entered the complex a few minutes after 6am, and spent the next three hours admiring this “teardrop on the cheek of eternity” (Rabindranath Tagore). 

 

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We couldn’t quite believe that we were finally there, after two months in India, at a point that seemed like such a long while away when we were beginning our trip. We were blown away by the scale of the Taj, and from almost any viewpoint she seemed too perfect to be real, like a cut out against the blue sky behind (the uninterrupted background ensured by placing the cenotaph on top of an enormous plinth, was a stroke of design genius). She seemed somehow separate from the world around her, there are so few words... utter perfection in the middle of this crazy, smelly, dirty, loud Indian city. The Taj is undeniably a testament to Shah Jahan’s love for his wife Mumtaz (who died giving birth to their 14th child in 1631), and that spirit is still pretty tangible when you’re in its presence today.

 

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Agra Fort was large, old, but relatively forgettable after seeing the Taj. Shah Jahan’s son, Aurangzeb (the last important Mughal ruler), had his father incarcerated there from 1658 until his death, left to gaze across the city to his Taj and his late wife. The additions that Shah Jahan made to the fort (before imprisonment) transformed the edifice into a palace, and his private bedroom, harem and meeting spaces are stunningly beautiful, white marble and inlay masterpieces amongst the mostly red sandstone fortress.

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Shah Jahan's bedroom

Shah Jahan's bedroom

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Though it is one of the most famous buildings in the world, an image you’ve seen again and again, it is impossible not to be blown away, and rendered utterly speechless, by the Taj Mahal.

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