As I came off the plane in Yangon, formerly known as Rangoon, fresh
from the mega modern city of Bangkok, I could feel that I had stepped
into a land forgotten, a still timeless world, barely struggling to
enter the modern age.
Yangon is a busy, dirty, sprawling capital with a
decidedly Indian feel, chaotic with commerce, simplistic in function.
Sidewalk markets spring up everywhere at differing times of the day,
selling cheap clothing, produce, CDs and all manner of bric-a-brac.
People everywhere chew betel and spit the red juice, a habit I’ve never
been able to grow accustom to.
In the middle of this humanity stands the great Shwedagon Pagoda,
a living, breathing testament to the great reverence for their Buddhist
religion. It is the most opulent and grand shrine in Myanmar. Sitting
at sunset, watching the pilgrims praying, a few tourists taking photos, I
am reminded of the grandeur of another bygone age. Clearly it is not a
place to linger.
Ngapali is said to be the most beautiful of Myanmar beaches,
and indeed it was pristine, clean and peaceful, but already showing
signs of development. The finest beaches were to be found on several day
trips by boat to offshore islands. Finding endless untouched powder
sand beaches and perfectly clean muti-hued ocean, I was adopted by a sea
gypsy family, with a 10-year-old girl and boy bringing me coconuts with
bamboo straws during the day, inviting me to their grass home for a
meal in the afternoon. Never once was I asked for money. I came into
their world and, therefore, I was to be cared for. By far this was the
high point of my time in the country, it will stay with me forever.
What surprised me the most was the ecological wholeness of the
country. The rivers are blue, so clean. Even the great and storied
Irrawaddy, running 500 meters wide in places, was the prettiest river
I’ve seen in many years. Never was there trash on any beach or floating
plastics in the ocean. Of course, the issue of the government of Myanmar
is a difficult one. Many would say you shouldn’t go, but during my two
weeks there, I saw nary a military or police presence, little, if any,
of my money went to the government. No doubt being there helped the
people in many different ways, economically, culturally and most
importantly, exposing them to the possibilities and realities of the
outside world.
Air Asia flies daily to Yangon from Bangkok for as little as
$40.00. Air Mandalay flies direct from Chiang Mai to Yangon or Mandalay.
Myanmar Airlines is the government airline, should be avoided, if possible. Twenty-eight day visas are obtainable at the Myanmar Embassy in Bangkok,
same day (expedited) or two days. It is highly recommended to have your
travel agent arrange your visa to avoid a long day in line. Daily costs
for hotels and food are less than in Thailand or Indonesia
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