At breakfast, we met up with the tour group who we had met the previous
evening. They were off for a boat trip to Mingun. It was on my list too, but today
we planned a day trip to Sagain. Over some boring white toast and stewed fruit,
we compared notes on our rooms and sleep quality. Though our room was almost
silent, it had been hot and airless, with the air-conditioning only running
intermittently. Despite the sweaty conditions, we were well rested. As we left
the hotel, Naung Naung (our driver from yesterday) saw us approaching and
pulled the car into the driveway. We had already set an itinerary for the day
and headed off to battle Mandalay’s nightmare traffic once more.


Only a few minutes away by road was the Maha Muni pagoda. Naung Naung
dropped us at a side entrance. “Go. Walk to end”, he gestured. From the outer
verandas, we walked into the complex with a long corridor lined with stalls
selling souvenirs, tee-shirts, flags, statues, and paintings. But they were not
meant for us ‘outside’ tourists; they were for the pilgrims coming here from
all parts of Myanmar. Most ‘western’ tourists probably weren’t too interested
in theses wares. Not me.
Spending a little too much time browsing, suddenly I found another ‘it’;
a perfect match for the other ‘it’ that I had found at another of Myanmar’s
sacred sites – the Golden Rock. Yeap, (those of you who have read my other
posts may have guessed) a snow dome. At its centre was a little replica of the
Maha Muni Buddha image. Gold glitter speckles floated around him as the base
lit up displaying all the colours of the rainbow, flashing as they merged from
yellow to green to blue then red. Surprisingly, it cost me five times more than
my other one, 5000 kyats ($5 US) – outrageous.



Of note, six bronzes images were housed in a
side temple that date back to the Angkor era. Shiva and Airavata (the
three-headed elephant) Hindu deities had been brought to Mandalay along with
the Maha Muni Buddha, all originally from the famous Angkor Wat in Cambodia, which
had been stolen by Thailand in 1431, and taken again from Rahaing state in 1784
to their current homes. Parishioners rub the statues for luck, resulting in
some shiny, bronze patches on the elephants’ heads and the Gods’ hands and faces.
Honestly, I could have spent all day there watching the pilgrims,
chatting to them, and soaking up the sublime atmosphere. Still, we had many
places to see on our day trip and hadn’t even left the city. Not far away was
the town of Amarapura, where hundreds of looms weave silks and other fibres
into detailed designs. Naung Naung asked if were interested, so we stopped at
one of many workshops. Walking among the devices and the ladies working, we
watched them skilfully pressing the pedals of the loom, passing the coloured
yarn between the vertical strands as the click-clacked with each pass to form
the patterns. One young lady said a tentative ‘hello’, and another smiled, but
we were left to walk around alone. I found watching the rhythmic clunking of
the machines quite hypnotising.
Gulping down a cool drink purchased from a nearby stand, I asked where
we could see and / or buy some of the local weaving. Naung Naung called out to
an attendant, and we were lead into a spotless shop by a beautiful young lady
who spoke a little English. Being the low season, the shop wasn’t kept open all
day, just on demand. But it was clearly designed for foreigners with signs in
English and modern displays. Selecting some silk scarves, J and I bought
presents for each of our mums.

Entering Sagain over the Ayeyarwady (or Yadanabon) bridge, we briefly
stopped to admire the domed Kaungmudaw Paya. Until recently, it was painted
white to signify its purity, but now its gold gilded. A local legend says that
back in 1636, the then king of the region designed it to resemble his wife’s
breast. We took a quick walk around it before buying another cold drink and
returning to the car. It was incredibly hot!

Lunch was had at a tourist trap restaurant, clearly intended for us
foreigners, and was OK. Fried rice and noodles, served with a lentil broth and
cold drinks. When we returned to the car, I asked Naung Naung whether he knew Tilawkagura
cave temple. He didn’t. So he headed to the Sagain tourist information centre
(or should I say its equivalent) so we could pay the Sagain archaeological zone
tourist ticket and ask them. He returned to the car with an older man carrying
a torch. “He will show us”, he explained.
From the road, the temple and monastery were completely unremarkable and
it was not immediately obvious that anything interesting lay beyond. A plain
concrete or plaster wall with a few windows and doors stood at the base of a
hill. The other man unlocked a heavy iron gate leading inside. He didn’t speak
a word of English, but gestured to us to be careful not to bump our heads on
the low overhanging rock. Shining the torch into the cave, we were quickly
blown away by all the beautiful murals. Dating to the 1600s, the temple-cave
had been damaged by fire.

As J, Naung Naung and I were in one of the deeper, darker areas, suddenly
we found ourselves bathed in light. Curious, I walked to the source and
discovered where the light was coming from. A monk and caretaker of the cave
had set up a series of mirrors. One was placed outside in the direct sun,
angled in such a way to reflect the light into the cave. Another mirror was
placed strategically inside the cave to catch the first mirror’s reflected
light and relay it further into the depths of the cave. As we moved through the
passages, the monk adjusted the mirrors’ angles to shine light into where we
were. It was truly amazing! The colours of the frescos were bright when viewed
by torch, but illuminated by the mirrored natural sunlight, the yellows
appeared like gold; the blues metallic; and the reds glowed.



Finally returning to the car, we travelled a little further along the
ridge to the Soon U Ponya Shin paya, the top of Sagain hill. It is the oldest
on the hill, which had dozens of other gold temples dotted among the trees. The
central gold stupa was ringed by shaded corridors, the patterned tiles
mercifully cool for our scorched feet. Below the ceiling line, colourful paintings
told tales from the Buddha’s life, as well as stories about the local kings. Many
alcoves provided lookout spots overlooking the hundreds of hundreds of stupas,
temples and shrines with the mighty Irrawaddy river cutting a track through the
scenery in the distance. Under the various terraces, we enjoyed the view accompanied
by some cooler breezes.
While I was taking photos, a young monk approached, greeting us
confidently in English. Soon we were chatting about our families, homes, jobs
and the weather. He asked us to help him with his English producing an exercise
book. Pages of neat writing attested to his studies. Turning to a new page, he
asked us to repeat our names while he carefully wrote them, along with our home
town, country and date. Handing the book and pen over, he asked me to add a
note in the book. I just wrote a message of encouragement for him to continue
his studies in English, but also the Dharma, signing it with a wish for his happiness.
Our next stop was not on my list to see, Ava, or Inwa. Having read about
it being a tourist trap from other travellers, I thought we could miss it. Driving
towards it in late afternoon sunshine through a picturesque landscape, I
thought we were arriving at U-Bein bridge. Two young girls, one maybe six and
her younger sister about three, met us as we got out of the car, and didn’t
leave our side. Naung Naung gestured for us to buy tickets for the ferry, which
were only 800 kyats each, and to wait. Our two girls then proceeded to dangle
jade necklaces and trinkets in my face, stating we had to buy from her. “No
much people, you must buy. I have no money”. J bought a cold water from another
vendor near by. So the oldest girl set on him to buy me a gift.
Saved by the boat from the persistent girls, we wondered down the
hardened mud bank to the makeship boat jetty. As it was still dry season, the
river level was low, leaving the regular jetty metres above the water. The
short trip over the Myittha canal to Inwa island took only a few minutes. At
the other side, we were met with a few stalls and a group of horse cart
drivers, all vying to take us around. Without too much thought, we just grabbed
the one closest, paying him the fixed fee for the trip to the main sights.
Inwa was an ancient ex-capital of Myanmar covering periods of hundreds
of years, on and off. During its reign, the whole of the north of the country
near Mandalay was known as the kingdom of Ava. Nowadays it’s just another rural
farmland, with bullock carts and rice patties. Much like the carts in Bagan, I
sat on the back while J sat with the driver. Catching glimpses of the old city
walls through the trees along the way, our first stop was the Bagaya teak monastery,
the noted main point of interest. Unfortunately, we were stopped from entering
as we needed the Mandalay tourist zone ticket to enter. J and the driver had a
cigarette while I roamed around and took some shots of the lovely surrounding
fields.
The remains of Yadanar Semi
Pagoda were our next stop, which I enjoyed the most for it’s photogenic ruins
and lone Buddha sitting in the midst of the roofless temple columns. Red brick
stupas and white-washed Buddhas around the small complex were very much like
the temples we’d seen in Bagan. Picking up the speed of the horse cart as we
rode through the pastures, we passed the old Nanmyin watch tower. Though
interesting, our driver informed us it was closed. He stopped at a vantage spot
to allow us to take some photos of the whitewashed tower, which looked a little
rickety and unstable.

Alighting from the boat, the girls
were waiting for me. “Ok. Ok. Now you must buy from me. 4000 kyats”, she smiled
dangling a necklace before me with a large jade stone in its centre. As we
walked back up the boat ramp to the car, I bargained with her. Finally, she
made me a deal too good to refuse, 1000 for her and 1000 for her sister.
Bargain. Lucky J had a few loose notes in his pockets. With money in her hand, and
tip, she said her cheeky thankyous before running off.
Sunset wasn’t too far away, so we hurried to U-Bien bridge,
not too far away. A few mini vans and cars were parked along the river shore in
front of a small set of restaurants. With a festival of colourful balloons, in
almost every shape and design, a lone vendor pushed his bike up and down the
car park hoping to make some sales without much success. Lucky for us, there
weren’t too many other tourists. I could only imagine what a circus it would
have been in the peak season. Only a small group gathered in a pavilion closer
to the water’s edge ahead. Not so lucky for our poor balloon salesman.
Many locals were relaxing in the shady cool of evening.
Picking one of the restaurants with the most comfortable looking chairs, J and
I sat down, quickly ordering a couple of cold beers. It seemed we started a
trend, with some other visitors also deciding to come over and have some drinks
and snacks. People watching as the sun set over the laid-back setting was the
perfect way to end our whirl-wind day of sightseeing.
- K
hello i am wondering can you help me. I'm thinking of going to Burma for 10 days over christmas. i will be with my two teenage daughters(reason for going at peak season)
ReplyDeleteI have no idea where and what to do, I am not a buddhist so though I would certainly like to visit temples, I don't need to see all . I just want to get some idea of Burma by travelling around but in an easygoing way i really found it interesting how you dealt with the young girls, i could feel my back going hope. i really don't like that behaviour, it reminds me of Bangkok
i would really appreciate if you could tell me what is manageable in 10 days and how to plan my trip, what to watch out for.
thank you