My Trip to MyanmarTo Myanmar
I' m seeing and touching my journey to Myanmar in a nightmare last nights.
It' s been more than a year since I first came to Myanmar, but I still haven't gotten off the album. In an egotistical way I like Burma, I want to keep this loving, sentimental, impression and memory to myself without disclosing it to anyone.
Sometimes, on a calm and tranquil days, I will find a calm place to regain these emotions, alone and at rest on my journey to Myanmar. After spending a nice evening at Bangkok International Airports I got to Yangon in a drowsy mood and waited for the transfer from there.
As I got off the airplane, Yangon greeted me with the hard sun's heats. In the high seasons of April and May, Burma has an annual mean of 45°C, sometimes as high as 48°C. It is one of the few places I have been with the very contrasting colours.
At Yangon you can stroll through the area of the old division building with its sooty, filthy faces of kids seen from the darks ome before. At Yangon, power is a luxurious commodity that is only available for about 6 hrs a day.
That first evening in Yangon, I went to meet James, a UK boyfriend who, after a few conversations with me, chose the next trip on the 10-day trip to explore the rest of Burma. I and James reached Bagan early the next mornings after the 12-hour trip from Yangon.
It is not buses, taxis or motorcyclists that make the parks so special, but horse-drawn carriages. On the cart, we went to the shelter with a pile of baggage and made an arrangement with the horse-drawn carriage youngster to meet us later. First I asked James to come with me to the local markets to buy a longgyi, the Burmese are tradition.
We' re clad in longgyi and get into the horse-drawn carriage to see the churches. We were taken to the first shrine by the horse-drawn carriage youngster, where we encountered a couple of painters who had specialized in drawing with the thin piece of blanket. Bagan sanctuaries are often made of reddish mud bricks, where great Buddhist sculptures are worshipped.
Having helped us look for the sanctuary, the Holy Spirit invites us to seat down and begin to clarify the meaning of these holy sisters. We were treated to a cup of scented infusion and a Burmese speciality, a lettuce of peanuts and various vegetables.
In front of my room at 5 o'clock in the mornings, the horse-drawn carriage young man was sitting in the sun. We are led back into the wide and holy temples by the only noise of the equine heel. Even more specific is the tone of the prayers heard from the lecturer hanging from the high tree, which makes the room more holy and serene.
The silent old churches have not yet woken up on the floor in the exchange shift. Lakes Inle is situated inside Shan Hill, where many different ethnical groups live. Arriving at the attractions, we decide to rent a yacht to explore the area. Underwater, the waters of Inle are so transparent that we can see kelp shrubs in leaf.
As we descend further to the lagoon, we can see more small wood vessels on the lagoon, as well as native fishers with their unparalleled ability to row the vessel on one leg while their two arms let go of the net. So we asked our rowers to take us to buy cigars at Inle Lake because I hear it's a well-known one.
Then we visited a small café by the sea, where I was amazed by the smell of the cigars. We were greeted with a nice welcome and helped to fire the cigarette. As we enjoyed the smoke, she presented the light of the Inle Lakes smoke and declared it.
The cigars are as big as a regular smoke, that is the blend of tabacco, bark, honey, vanilla, bananas, wine, natural salts and sugars curled from tobaccos growing on the hill by the neighbor. You will find the pleasing aroma and delicious flavour on your palate with this one. In the evenings the pond is breezy and chilly.
Sitting there, I admired the boat on the boat and talked to the homestay. This will be the great moments that I will never forgotten when I immerse myself in the simplicity and rusticity of the locals' tales, the smile, the scent of tears, the smell of cigars.
As we entered the caves, we found an old friar who lived in the small building on the side of the caves. He asked us to come and see his home for a cup of coffee after the interesting exploration of the caves. When we reached his home, he said nothing, but asked us to eat and drink while he was staring into the mountains in the faraway.
As I was flying out of Burma as I saw the smaller and smaller areas under the airplane wing, I thought about the words I need to speak about Burma, about my journey to Myanmar to my mates; about the pampered paths full of earth along the countryside; about the sounds of prayers that sounded every day from the tranquil Bagan area in a new dusk or the golden sunlight on the old temple in the evenings; about the sounds of hoofs of horses on the small avenue that made me feel at home.
Last I had another dream about Burma last nights.