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Las Islas de Filipinas – from Imelda Marcos to the Stairway to Heaven

April 22, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Philippines, TravelLeave a comment

Welcome to Las Islas de Filipinas, named after the Spanish King Felipe and changed to The Philippines by the Americans who couldn’t get to grips with the name, the final destination of my four month trip and the place that people said I was mad to travel alone. They said it’s dangerous. That there are pirates. That I’ll get kidnapped. What they are missing is that there are over 7000 islands in this archepelago – yes seven thousand. And tourists usually visit the top 10. So it’s not too hard to avoid the tiny minority where it’s not advisable to travel.

I landed in the capital, Manila, to a stifling 40 degree celcius heat (over 100F) and my body didn’t know what had hit it. Gone are the layers of clothes and covering knees and shoulders. The heat is exhausting and the air is hot and suffocating.

At the airport I approached the tourist information to ask where I could find an official taxi, prepared for an Indian style barrage of dodgy taxi drivers hustling for my business. The people behind the desk laughed out loud and pointed me to the ‘Grab station’. Grab is South East Asia’s version of Uber and at the airport they’ve gone one step further and set up a designated pick up area with friendly women ordering cabs for anyone without the Grab app or internet connection and generally keeping things in order. It was the easiest airport transport I’ve taken so far and cost me under £5.

I was also pleasantly surprised by my hostel, Lub D, which had Japanese style pod beds (even if the curtain did only go halfway across) and a cool rooftop bar, where I met Zoe from England and discovered that we’d actually been on the same flight from Osaka a few hours ago. We decided to check out the night life – why waste any time and it was a Friday night! With a recommendation from the barman and taking absolutely nothing with us apart from a concealed money belt with enough cash for the night (no phones felt very liberating!) just in case Manila lived up to it’s bad reputation, we began the ten minute walk. Unfortunately no phone also means no GPS and it wasn’t long before we were back asking for directions again after wandering into the red light district by mistake 🤦🏻‍♀️

We didn’t get back until 3am – it’s good to stay out until you’ve genuinely had enough rather than when you think you should stay out until / get home by. As it turns out nightlife in Manila involves alot of Ed Sheeran remixes (still nothing can beat the Hindi version I heard in India), a lot of dwarves and a lot of local guys telling us they are each other’s cousin. And watered down drinks – best stick to Red Horse beer!

Despite the heat I wanted to see what the much maligned Manila was all about. So I signed up for a bicycle ride around the old walled city, Intramuros (Spanish for ‘within the walls’). And not any old bike – this is the Bambike, handmade from bamboo. They describe themselves as a socio-economic enterprise, providing work to poor communities who make the bikes and directing cash back into schools, education and other social programs. Our group of maybe 12 had three guides who thankfully stopped the crazy traffic when we had to cross the roads.

I really enjoyed it and learned a lot, combined with my visit to the Ayala Museum. Imelda Marcos is not just the woman with a thousand shoes! She was the Philippines first lady during the marshal law period under Ferdinand Marcos. The shoes were left behind when they fled to Hawaii in 1986 and the bulk of their $5-10 BILLION fortune was never found.

The old town was destroyed in the second world war but was rebuilt in an effort to preserve the history and also attract tourists. It felt a bit like an old Spanish town, not surprising as these islands have been ruled by the Spanish, English, Japanese and USA with Japanese rule being particularly brutal. And the Chinese influence can be seen on the Cathedral in the form of pineapples!

In fact Manila was the second most devastated allied city in WW2. The guide pointed out that the cannon inside the walls is pointed at the US embassy – it’s apparently still loaded. I haven’t been able to verify this fact yet!

The history of these islands is fascinating. Dating back to when the Austronesians moved through The Philippines and Mariana Islands to Madagascar, it was a trading route from Acapulco, Mexico where boats traded Mexican silver. I won’t write too much on the history now as I don’t have a good enough Internet connection to verify all the facts – but even the Freemasons settled here.

The Philippines national hero is José Rizal, who like many of his South and Central American counterparts was a small man of just 4 foot 11 inches tall. In his short life before he was executed by firing squad at the age of 35, he apparently spoke 22 languages. He is credited with starting the movement that eventually lead to independence.

I heard horror stories of Japanese brutality direct from grandchildren of victims – locals I met in cafes or on tours. Filipinos are really open and friendly, especially the women. And they speak English with almost a Caribbean twang. The local language is a mix of Tagalog, Spanish and English words and differs by region. After getting lost in the complex history, including the Spanish selling the islands to the USA for $20 million, it left me thinking why can’t western countries just leave everyone else alone.

My hostel was in the Makati neighbourhood, like much of the accommodation, which is undoubtedly the upmarket end. Travelling is often a compromise between wanting to experience the real city but not wanting to be too scared to leave your accommodation!

Two days was enough before I found myself hiding out in an air conditioned shopping mall to escape the heat. Time to move on – via my first Filipino night bus heading 10 hours north to the rice terraces of Banaue. You know that gap in between seats on a bus, usually known as an aisle? It turns out that it can be filled with pull out seats. After I naively thought I might get a two seater to myself, the bus filled up. It was a little bit funny to watch some backpackers get on a few minutes before departure and see their faces when they realised they would be spending 10 hours on a fold out child sized seat 🙊

*It’s local election time and campaign posters are EVERYWHERE*

Crammed in between two Filipino lads either side of me (atleast I had a proper seat) and with the bus stopping every few hours I had no sleep yet again. I was wondering why I keep doing this to myself when I arrived in the lush green paradise that is Banaue. The views from my place, Bogah Homestay, were just beautiful.

The locals call these rice terraces the 8th wonder of the world and when I got out on a guided tour later that day, after a couple of hours sleep and a local filter coffee, I understood why.

My lovely guide Conchita, with her hat of freshly picked leaves, asked if I wanted to walk a bit further via the festival that was happening in one of the villages. Of course I did! She picked a giant leaf to shade my own head and we set off through the rice fields. This means balancing on narrow ‘paths’ between the watery terraces at a brisk pace, trying to take in the views but not fall off. See video below before I put my phone away and concentrated on where I was going!

We stopped at a school which was closed for the festival and full of people eating and drinking. Soon some lukewarm rice and a plate of freshly picked lettuce was placed in front of me and a cup was filled with dark brown rice liquor – they don’t know the alcohol content of this local drink but claimed it was medicinal. I wasn’t planning on hiking after a few glasses of probably 50% proof but I couldn’t be rude and refuse 🤷🏻‍♀️

I couldn’t get over how GREEN everything is. Lush, tropical green. These huge rice fields are divided into smaller patches owned by different families, mostly to feed themselves rather than to sell. Rice is a stable of every meal. I can’t imagine the fitness required to live and work these terraces – my legs were aching and the heat is relentless. Tiny old ladies passed us in flip flops carrying heavy bags on their heads.

We stopped by a hot springs, which had a strong sulfur smell – this time bathing suit was definitely required!! Actually I was the only one in a bikini as the locals go in fully clothed. It was really nice and refreshing after the stairs up – these springs are only accessible on foot.

The way it works here is that you go on day or multi-day hikes with local guides. There is a lot of registering required where you have to write your name, age and marital status. ‘You’re alone? Where’s your husband?’ soon became the standard question 😂 In an effort to save money, the next day I hijacked a Middle Aged German man’s tour to some nearby rice terraces.

Let me introduce the new forms of transport I discovered in The Philippines – the tricycle and the jeepney. The tricycle is a moped with an attached side car, generally falling to bits and pieced together with bits of metal and plastic.

The jeepney is a throwback to the US occupation – these are old army jeeps that have been converted to carry a load of passengers in the back, and pimped up in the style of Indian buses. They actually manufacturer them now and apparently an electric jeepney exists.

Filipinos love kareoke and country music – I took the video below of a great country tune blasting out over the hillside 😎

The tiny village of Batad is also only accessible by foot, or a number of steps to be more accurate. It’s absolutely beautiful – the rice terraces are sky high. There is photo opportunity after photo opportunity. Our guide said only last week one of his guests fell off he edge (she survived). Consider that everything has to be carried up and down by hand, including building materials for houses – I saw many men carrying sacks of sand. Access to medical care is a problem as if a person is too sick to climb the steps to the main road they must be carried.

The steepest part of all was the Stairway to Heaven. Climbing down was a challenge and I was grateful for the stick the guide provided.

We stopped at a waterfall where we could swim. Unfortunately the changing room had recently been destroyed by rain so our guide pinned a sheet to some rocks to cover my modesty. Everybody in the vicinity smiled encouragingly and urged me to go and get changed. One woman even asked me to pose for a photo with her child. So I had no choice really, even if you could see my head sticking out the top and probably a lot more. Still, swimming under the waterfall made it all worth it, even the ridiculously steep climb back up.

Evenings here are quiet. Apart from the kareoke which starts at 6am and never stops and the lurid green lime and gin 🤦🏻‍♀️

I could have stayed here for days but my time in The Philippines is limited and I needed to get to the island of Luzon to see the whale sharks….

A Japanese Seaside and a Prayer to Mount Kurama

April 19, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Japan, TravelLeave a comment

Japan : Miyajima, Kyoto and Kurama

In a slightly sober mood after Hiroshima, I packed up my things and booked a train ticket back to Kyoto but not before making a day trip over to the nearby island of Miyajima. A short ferry ride away, I was amazed yet again by the natural beauty of Japan.

The main attraction of Miyajima is the Shinto shrine, with it’s floating Torii gate which free stands in the sea, partially submerged most of the time. I caught a glimpse as the ferry approached but the real fun was walking out on the beach at low tide to stand underneath it.

The streets are small in Miyajima and the pace is slow. I got there early morning and wasted no time in taking the cable car up to the mountain top. On the way I encountered the second biggest attraction – Miyajima has it’s own deer population 😎

What I didn’t realise was the link to Kobo-Daishi (see post on Koya-san). The first cable car takes you half way up the sacred Mount Misen which I shared with a lovely old Japanese couple. It’s a pretty ride over dense forest. But the second ‘air walk’ is something else – with 360 degree views over the Seto inland sea and hundreds of tiny islands, you feel like you are flying. The viewing platform alone is worth the trip. Video below from the air walk…

Naturally I had to go to the very top, of the mountain, which is a fairly steep hike at times through woodland, passing a beautiful shrine to Kobo-Daishi himself, who apparently spent 100 days here and lit the flame that’s burning in the Eternal Fire Hall. It was this flame that was used as the pilot light for the Flame of Peace in Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park. It had indeed the same peaceful feeling as Koya-San.

At the very top the views were just incredible. It actually reminded me the Indonesian island of Komodo where I hiked up and looked down on tiny islands. I definitely wasn’t expecting this in Japan.

Back at sea level the tide had gone out so I could walk out to the gate. It’s strange walking around somewhere that was submerged in water only hours ago.

The main street is very busy but great for sampling new foods and a good coffee. Vegetarian steamed buns, deep fried cake, sweet red bean pastries and roasted chestnuts are all on offer.

If you venture out onto the parallel streets, it’s like stepping back in time with empty roads apart from the odd bicycle and traditional houses.

I really liked the feel of Miyajima, sitting on a bench by the sea looking out at the gate and up at the mountain top, with Hiroshima visible across the mainland. It would be nice to spend the night here to see the sunset although it’s very quiet. The highlight for me was the mountain top, which many day trippers skip.

Back on the mainland, I had time to try a version of the Hiroshima favour of Okonomiyaki noodles, sitting at a table in the train station watching the chefs prepare these nests of noodles and cabbage on the hotplates.

All of a sudden I was back in Kyoto wondering where the last 2.5 weeks had gone. I splashed out and treated myself to fancy pod hotel The Millennials, where your pod comes an iPad to control the double bed and lighting…

It also comes with unlimited free beer in happy hour of 5.30-6.30 where good looking flashpacker types filled up their glasses and mingled / played on their phones. I found it more like an awkward singles night. I was only staying two nights so I didn’t make that much effort! Perhaps if the hostel organised an activity it would have been easier to make friends.

Coming back gave me a chance to visit the hillside Kiyomizu-dera temple and a final cherry blossom fix at Maruyama Park.

Whilst Kyoto is very pretty, the second time I found the crowds exhausting and wanted to end my Japan trip with some more nature. I turned to Trip Advisor and Google to see where I could go for some solitude and found the perfect place, the hike between two little mountain towns, Kibune and Kurama. Despite varying descriptions from different people (tough 3 hour steep climb, easy 1 hour meander, uninteresting walk along the roads), I decided to trust a description of a helpful blog and set off with some water and snacks. I really love a day trip with an element of the unknown!

An hours train ride north of the city, I got off at Kibune and was happy to find a local bus waiting to pick up passengers heading to the local temple and start of the trail, which it turns out has just reopened earlier in the year.

Sure enough I found the start of the trail where I paid 300 yen entrance and received a ticket and a map (all in Japanese). Once I started climbing the steps through the tall cedar trees, passing only a few Japanese people with a polite ‘konnichiwa’ and noticed that my ticket was actually a prayer to Mount Kurama, I knew it was going to be a beautiful day.

The path between the two towns is actually pretty easy. There are steps to climb but there are also rest areas and little shrines to stop at. With no idea what any of the signs said I just kept going until I reached a museum. For a couple of quid I thought I might as well go in – only after I’d paid did the old man give me a leaflet and say ‘Japanese’.

I was literally the only person in the museum at that time, and I suspect the only visitor that day. There was a weird display of photos with hidden insects and camouflaged animals, where I spent quite a long time looking for each creature until I remembered I wanted to be back before dark.

I’m sure the fossils were interesting if you could read what they actually were, but what I did like was the guardian statues on the top floor where I had to change into wooden slippers before entering the room. No photos allowed, but here is a similar guardian, from japanvisitor.com. These guardians are found at many Buddhist temples and usually have intense, often scary expressions. One of them had eyes that almost followed me around the room.

Finally I reached the main Kurama temple, with huge bell you could ring and amazing views over the forests. Notice there is nobody in my photos! I had managed to escape the tour groups at last.

At the foot of the mountains is, amazingly, a Buddhist vegetarian restaurant where I enjoyed hot noodles (after watching some Japanese people first to see how they poured the soup and what order to eat things in) and a smoky tea that the lady kept refilling.

Kurama is a one steet town and ten minutes walk past houses with shutters down that seemed closed up or empty is, of course, a hot springs. I had felt I missed out on the real Japanese onsen experience as every time I took the plunge I was the only one there. This time I was going to take off my clothes with some Japanese ladies otherwise my trip would not be authentic! As a fitting end to my trip, this one had a beautiful setting outside on the mountain side, looking up at the cherry blossom whilst relaxing in the hot mineral water. Success!

And that concludes my quick trip to Japan. Added as an afterthought, it amazed me on daily basis and I can’t wait to come back. I’ll probably write one more post on the highlights and my favourite Japanese experiences, but The Philippines blogs are waiting….

Castles, Hanami and an Atomic Bomb

April 18, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Japan, TravelLeave a comment

Feeling refreshed from my stay on the mountain, I had a couple more days around Osaka to explore. I visited the biggest castle in Japan, Himeji, only an hour away by train. This was the second time it rained on me in Japan and after getting drenched in my rain jacket that I bought in India, I forked out for the see-through umbrella that eveyone else was sporting.

Unfortunately the rain didn’t put anyone off visiting the castle and I spent an hour waiting to go inside the main keep, doing the familiar queue shuffle around the narrow castle walls.

Once inside you have to take your shoes off and put them in a plastic bags. I followed the crowds with wet feet, wondering if this was worth it, as the inside of the castle is mostly empty. I did get some good views of cherry blossom in the rain…

The thing I liked best about Himeji was the nearby Sakurasaku restaurant, run by a lovely woman who quite literally ran from the kitchen to the low tables serving up delicious set menus (her first question was ‘are you vegan?’) , accompanied (as usual in these establishments) by coffee and cake. It looks like a fruit and veg shop from the outside but it was worth the trip to Himeji to sit on the floor for a while in this old fashioned place, enjoy the food and even the wartime music.

Osaka itself is a cool city that I would come back to, if only to experience the night life which I missed out on as I was always too exhausted from walking all day to go out again. The cherry tree lined river is beautiful and Osaka has it’s own castle, which would probably have been just as a good as Himeji.

There was time for some more silver jewellery shopping, a visit to a dragon shrine and the best food I had in Japan at the tiny Base Island Kitchen. The beautiful woman here serves up vegan tapas style dishes. I found her place just moments from where I was shopping by doing a quick Google maps search for ‘vegan food’ 🙏 I wish I could recreate these ‘nuggets’ at home!

Now that I had an extra week, Hiroshima was added to the itinerary. After some takeout avocado sushi (the best I have ever tasted, obviously as this is Japan), another couple of hours west on the Shinkansen and another reason I should have bought the JR pass (although overall I don’t think I was actually worse off because I took one way tickets) I arrived in the city famous for the atomic bomb.

I was a little apprehensive of visiting. But whilst it’s undoubtedly emotional – seeing a watch that stopped at the moment of the blast in 1945 and a child’s burned bicycle along with their cute smiling faces is hard – it’s actually incredibly peaceful and the ultimate feeling you are left with is one of hope. I learned a lot in the museum and Peace Memorial – such as just how many nuclear weapons there still are in the world today, and that in the 1980s there were enough to kill every member of the human race several times over.

Hiroshima is a quiet city and I saw the sites on foot in one day. It was also very cold! I spent two nights here in another K’s House hostel as the sister hostel in Hakone was so good, but the Hiroshima branch just doesn’t compare – the common area had no atmosphere and was always full of couples glued to their phones and not talking to each other (another reason to travel solo!) 🤔

The cherry blossom was well and truly in bloom in Hiroshima, and well worth extending my stay for! Cherry blossom viewing even has a name – ‘hanami’. It’s a national past time in Japan, with rows of blankets spread out under the trees and picnics in full swing. It’s really lovely to see.

The ruins of the only building in the centre left partially standing after the bomb is the Atomic Dome. The city decided to keep it as a reminder of the devastation and has campaigned for peace ever since. Seeing these ruins in stark contrast to the sky scrapers behind and the bright pink cherry blossoms lining the river infront is hard to comprehend.

There was bicycle set up nearby, with a folder packed with information and first hand stories of the bomb that are not found in the museum, website below which I will look at when I get home.

Naturally there is a castle in Hiroshima, which has been rebuilt and was worth a look although as all of the information was in Japanese I didn’t really know what I was looking at.

As always, I found a quirky little cafe in ‘Buddies’ just around the corner from the Peace Memorial to get out of the cold for a while. Shame I wasn’t there for the live music.

The Shukkeien gardens have been restored and are really worth a look. I tried the sticky rice and sweet soy sauce while I was there.

I’m glad I went to Hiroshima. Knowing you’re standing on the site of an Atomic Bomb is a strange feeling. At the Victims Memorial you can select a name on a touchscreen from up to 146,000 people killed as a result of the blast or radiation later in life, to see their photo, look into their eyes and read about their life. I only managed to look at three of them.

Paying respect here and becoming more educated about this moment in history was the least I could do before I was fortunate enough to continue my travels. Next stop, the island of Miyagima, which I will write as a separate post.

Kobo-daishi, the Monks and Me

April 15, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Japan, TravelLeave a comment

I wanted somewhere special to spend my birthday and in Japan I found the perfect place. A few hours south of modern Osaka is Mount Koya, otherwise known as Koya-San. When I started my Japanese journey, I didn’t realise how spiritual it would be. Koya-san is one of the most sacred places in Japan, a small and secluded temple town that was first established in 826 when monk Kobo-Daishi brought Shingon Buddhism to Japan after learning in China. It is now the world headquarters. Kobo-Daishi is believed to be in external meditation on the mountain top. It seems fitting that I came here after visiting the place where The Buddha found enlightenment in India, and the various tooth and hair relics throughout Sri Lanka and Myanmar.

This is another train journey where you buy a helpful heritage pass that includes all of your travel. It’s very easy – a train from Osaka to Gokurakubashi station where a cable car was waiting to take passengers up to the top of the steep mountain. Once in Koyasan station, there are local buses and people ready to help direct you. I arrived early afternoon with just a small backpack containing overnight kit and it was freezing – good thing I’m still rocking the Michelen look.

I hopped straight onto a bus and got off at the helpfully numbered stop for my Ryokan (temple dwelling). Searching for solitude and a place to reflect, I was going to spend the night in the Shojoshin-in temple, eat Japanese vegetarian food and rise at 6am to watch the morning meditation ceremony. Right up my street then 😂

A kindly monk checked me in and showed me my room, which I thought was perfect. With no real English on his part, it took a while for me to understand that it was perfectly acceptable to wear the provided robe for dinner but absolutely not OK for the morning ceremony. Good thing we cleared that up! He also showed me the communal bathtub, to be used before bed 🤔

My room, with a sliding door (no lock necessary here), had a Japanese style mat to sleep on, thankfully a heater and pile of thick blankets, a pot of hot water and some green tea and a little sweet, some handmade brochures of the area and a tiny table and mat which were perfect for journal writing which I hadn’t managed since early February 🙈

Dinner was served in the hall at 17.30, each party separated with a little bamboo divider. The Shojin Ryori meal included local specialities of tofu which I liked, although for the omnivores it’s not really the best introduction to tofu. Again, the fun was really in the trying the different dishes. Maybe the weirdest taste sensation I’ve ever experienced was (I think) a pickled cherry tomato. The intensity of flavour actually took my breathe away and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. I’d love to know what each dish was. Anybody recognise this white sponge like thing with pink and blue stripes that was in the soup? 🤔

My room was next to the bathroom so I could have a sneaky peak to see if there were any shoes outside the ladies curtain or if the bathtub was empty. I plucked up the courage to go in just as another woman was coming out and I’ll admit it did cross my mind that I was about to get into a stranger’s dirty bath water… I did it anyway as I was freezing cold and it was lovely! I took a photo earlier in the day before it was open.

*Shoes must be left outside the temple but toilet slippers are provided!*

On my birthday morning I woke up at 6am and joined the morning ceremony where a tall monk chanted for almost an hour straight, using a prayer bowl and gong at what I presume were key moments.

After breakfast of rice, miso soup and another wild array of unknown items, I spent an incredible morning at the Okunoin site, hours before any of the day trippers arrived. I met one old Japanese man who insisted on taking a photo for me, just as a group of people arrived and my heart sank. Luckily they disappeared and I had the place to myself.

There is an otherworldly feel to this place and a palpable calmness in the air. The 2 kilometer path to the mausoleum is lined with over 200,000 tombstones, with trails leading off on either side to hidden clusters of crumbling monuments. Many are in ruins, which gives it a tomb raider feel. I passed only a handful of people at 8am. It reminded me a little of a miniature Ankor Wat in Cambodia with none of the people.

I crossed the bridge to reach the mausoleum, where no photos are allowed. Behind the Hall of Lanterns, where 10,000 lanterns are eternally lit, is the site of Kobo-Daishi’s eternal meditation. Underground are 50,000 tiny statues.

This was the most serene place of all, surrounded by thousand year old cedar trees, the only sound being the trickle of water from the stream behind. I have never seen trees so tall.

I could easily add a hundred photos, but here is a video which hopefully shows the tranquility:

On the way I passed the water well, where it’s said that if you don’t see your reflection you’ll die within 3 years. I waited for someone else to arrive and see their reflection before I peeked over the edge and was relieved to see my face looking back at me.

I spent a good few hours here, climbing up random stairways and taking a detour along the river into a forest, without seeing anybody else. I’m not sure what I would have done if I had looked into the well and not seen my reflection when I was all alone.

I could have stayed all day but I was hungry and there is a lovely rustic vegetarian cafe that serves a set meal with coffee and cake included, called Bon-on-sha, on the way back into town which was perfect. Before heading back, I went to the edge of town to see the Daimon gate, marking the traditional entrance to Koyasan with its huge guardian statues.

*Tiny shrine hidden on top of a hill, to grant you one wish*

Even though it was early afternoon by now there were still hardly any other visitors – most people stick to the largest temple of Kongobuji which contains the biggest rock garden in Japan.

A pine tree stands in the central Garan temple grounds, said to have 3 pronged pines. Legend has it that Kobo-Daishi threw his three pronged sankosho from China and discovered it in the branches of this very tree, which determined the site of Koyasan. I spent a while looking for a 3 forked pine but I didn’t see any.

When I got back to the cable car boarding area there was chaos (by Japan standards). A female staff member was shouting instructions in a high pitched voice and handing everyone a number. I had no idea what was going on so just stood there with my number until somebody explained that a tree had come down on the train tracks so we were waiting for a bus to drive up the mountain and rescue us. Ever so often an official would shout numbers in Japanese and people would follow him while the tourists in the room just held up their numbers hopefully. Fortunately a lovely old Japanese man on a pilgrimage (Koyasan is the start and end point) took me under his wing as we had the same numbers. Eventually we got on a bus that dropped us at a different train station and he gave me some sweets for the ride. This man was very concerned that I get back to Osaka safely and spent the entire train ride looking at his map through a magnifying glass, although I tried to tell him I’d figure it out and not to worry.

When I eventually made it back to my hostel a few hours later, the boy at reception said ‘ah yes your friend called us!’. I was very confused as I’m travelling alone until I realised that the old man had in fact called my hostel to confirm their location 🙂

I was too exhausted to do anything that night but relax and enjoy the nightly tea ceremony where the lovely front desk boy donned a robe and prepared the frothy mix in the traditional way. I couldn’t even pretend to like it this time 🤢 Luckily another girl shared her bottle of wine with me instead, a much more enjoyable end to the perfect day 🙏

With an extra week added to my trip, I had a couple more days in Osaka to explore the area – next blog coming soon.

Kyoto : Land of the Deer and the Geisha

April 13, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Japan, Travel1 Comment

I was standing on the platform in Odawara waiting for the train to Kyoto, chatting to a group of Middle Aged Indians from Maharashtra (it was lovely to hear that accent again!) when my jaw literally dropped open. A Shinkansen (bullet train) had just shot past in a blur. Here is a video (credit to new travel buddy Matt – I was too slow to react each time one passed) but even that doesn’t show the true speed, up to 200pmh, as this one was just setting off from the station.

The next day I joined Matt on a day trip to Nara, home of The Deer. Hungover from too many plum wines and the lethal Sochu liquor (dinner in a quiet Japanese bar somehow escalated to us regressing to our teenage years and buying a bottle from a Lawsons store to drink on the street – sorry parents!), I dragged myself onto yet another train as the lure of The Deer was too much to resist.

Nara’s deer population wander the parks looking for ‘deer cookies’ (rice crackers) which you can buy – cue hours of fun feeding them / being chased.

I’m not sure that Matt realised just how crazy I would go for The Deer or that he’d spend half the day taking photos of me and my new friends and forking out for more cookies when I ran out 😂

I especially liked the signs detailing the four kinds of deer attack, and seeing how many of each I could spot in real life, which was quite a few Butts but sadly no Knockdowns.

However, this is only funny until you’re the one being chased by a group of cracker addicts looking for their next hit… although it was fun using the hands up STOP sign when the deer got a bit carried away – it really works 😎

No trip to Nara is complete without the obligatory deer selfie although I went one step further with some wet nose kisses (sadly no photo, I guess Matt had had enough by then).

Whilst the shopping streets and modern feel of the town centre weren’t what I was expecting, there is actually more to Nara than deer – Japan is knocking the other countries I’ve visited out of the park with it’s own Buddha images. Nara houses the giant bronze/black Great Buddha in Todaiji Temple which at 15 metres tall I think is my absolute favourite so far. A photo cannot capture the scale of this beauty.

The Big Buddha Hall is actually the largest wooden building in the world – need I say more!?

You can light a sacred incense stick here which I thought would be nice. I was patiently waiting for it to light when I glanced down and noticed I was also burning a hole in my jacket 😬 I think my good luck charm I had just purchased might have saved me from going up in flames outside a temple. (I had actually just been warned about this but obviously took absolutely no notice).

I was struck by the Japanese features on their Buddhas, the eyes, hair and even a little beard in some cases. They look quite different in each country. Nara also has the Healing Buddha that you can touch a particular part of to heal yourself but I’m not sure I did this right 😬

Back in Kyoto, I had another two crazy sightseeing days, where, like Tokyo, I only stopped to eat cake in vegan cafés and sleep. Because the sights are fairly far apart and they get very crowded, you can’t really visit more than a couple of places per day.

I hit the Bamboo forest too late in the day – when I say a place in Japan is crowded, I mean ‘shuffling two steps behind the person ahead of you’ kind of crowded. dodging big tour groups with their guide waving a flag, and bumping into all the girls in their rented Geisha outfits brandishing their selfie sticks at the slightest glimpse of cherry blossom.

I continued on the famous walk between the bamboo trees as I was already there, but much preferred the beautiful private gardens that I stumbled upon nearby, created by the period film actor Denjirō Ōkōchi. This was my first real Japanese garden and tea room experience and I loved it. Unfortunately it turns out that I hate this whipped up green tea 😬

Another first for me that day as I splashed out on a traditional Buddhist vegetarian lunch in the nearby Tenryuji temple grounds. I must have tried over 20 new delicacies – I have no idea what they were except they were totally plant based.

To be honest I enjoyed more the experience of sitting cross legged on a mat and being served a multitude of intriguing dishes, more than I enjoyed the actual dishes themselves 😂

Another must for Kyoto is Geisha spotting. The real ones (with white painted faces) and even the apprentices don’t just wander the streets. They have a celebrity status in Japan. I learned a good way to see one in real life is to hang around the side streets off Gion Corner where the old Tea Houses are, around dusk, looking for any black taxis with their engine running – a sign that a Geisha is leaving work for the day. This is hard to do without looking like a nutter, especially when many venues have security.

After ten minutes I saw a taxi so I joined the other tourists hanging around hopefully and sure enough two beautiful Geishas came out soon after. They moved extremely quickly, heads down and straight into the cab then they were gone. There is a certain thrill to peeking in the taxi windows and seeing a flash of white skin and red lips.

I was due to travel on to Osaka at this point, but by now I had realised 10 days was not enough and I would not be ready to leave Japan in a few days time. I had, by chance, booked a flexible flight out of Osaka so I made the most of it and extended my time here by one more week meaning I could come back to Kyoto for the cherry blossom. Next stop, the mystical Buddhist site of Mount Koya and a night in a temple …

Mount Fuji and the Naked Bathers

April 11, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Japan, TravelLeave a comment

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

I may have stolen that from a country music song I’m listening to at the moment but it’s a good question, especially when travelling and the answer should always be ‘today’ 😎 On this day I rode the ‘Romance Train’, saw Mount Fuji, and got unexpectedly naked in a communal Japanese bath 😬

I took this rather fancy train from Tokyo to the mountain town of Hakone, towards Mount Fuji, and it was hands down the nicest train I have ever ridden.

In my reserved seat with enough leg room for my own legs twice over, a luggage rack where I actually left my backpack out of sight and somebody came and served me a cup of coffee and biscuit. There were proper toilets with soap, and free WIFI with an interactive map and live camera view from the front of the train. Whatsmore whenever the attendant leaves the carriage they do a little bow 👏

I realise most of these points may sound obvious to the Western mind (maybe not the bowing part), but remember I’ve gotten used to trains in India where I’ve sat on the filthy floor watching my bag like a hawk and almost falling out of the open door onto the tracks.

The Japan train experience reminded me of something I forgot to write about in India. We had just arrived in Agra after a long train journey and tour guide Manny McPhee had clearly said ‘get off to the left’. Now the last time we took a train we nearly didn’t get off at all as a crowd pushed their way on before we got near the exit. So, as a few of us approached a door on the left and saw locals getting off, we followed suit. The fact there was no platform to step onto did not deter us. We jumped right down onto the live railway tracks like lemmings. I remember telling Izz Dog ahead of me to hurry up, not realising there was a metre drop. Only when I was down on the tracks, looking into the face of an oncoming train (that I now know was stationary) and realising it was not physically possible to haul myself, let alone my backpack, up onto the platform, did I panic slightly 🤦🏻‍♀️ Especially when I heard a train whistle in the distance. I still have the image in my head of Del Dog, mid air and horizontal, being dragged up on to the platform by her arms and legs. Had I not thought I was about to die I would have taken a photo, but I was too busy shouting HELP ME before I too was hoisted up by the gang. My lasting memory is tour guide Manny’s horrified expression as he registered what had happened from further down the train, where where everyone else was getting off at platform level like normal people, shouting ‘what are you doing!?’ Although I still cry with laughter at this memory, it scares me a little that I adopted this pack mentality and didn’t question what I was doing 😬

Anyway, in Japan it’s clearly marked where to get on and off so no risks of that happening again 😂

I also appreciated for the first time that Japan is not just bright lights and big cities. There was snow and sunshine at the same time 😎 The scenery and nature here is simply stunning.

The ‘Heritage pass’ from Tokyo to Hakone includes all transport in the Hakone area, which is perfectly set up for tourism. I’ve decided to start including actual useful information about where I’ve travelled as well as silly stories, as more people are reading this blog now who might be planning a trip. I got on a local bus and headed to my hostel, K’s House which had some beautiful mountain views although it was raining. I hadn’t seen rain for months!! Just across the road from the hostel is a great little Japanese style bar where you sit side by side at a long bar. They even have a veggie menu – vegetable noodles Japan style please!

The Japanese love to queue for restaurants too. All of the eateries around the train station had long lines outside but this little place is too far up the hill for most people.

*Clear skies the next day from hostel terrace*

Everyone who comes to Hakone does two things. Firstly ‘the loop’ which is a brilliantly organised system of trains, buses, a boat, a ropeway (unfortunately not a rope ladder as I thought but a cable car) with a bit of easy hiking thrown in. Although what I ended up doing on Saturday was spending all afternoon at various train stations trying to buy a ticket for the following day to Kyoto, plus it was raining and bloody freezing.

*No chance of getting lost with these directions?*

Secondly, eveyone visits the hot springs (‘onsen’). The bathing experience in Japan is very different. I chose this hostel since it has it’s own onsen. I thought I had misread the sign at first that said ‘no bathing suits allowed’. But yes, the Japanese like to bathe full on starkers, albeit in separate men and women’s pools. Actually they switch the timings, so men are in the outdoor pool when women are inside, and vice versa. It’s a little bit stressful making sure you’re entering the right one at the right time – should have learned the Japanese sign for women! You have to shower first sitting on a miniature stool otherwise you’ll cause offence, then get in the pool. I decided to take the plunge and was initially relieved to have the outdoor pool all to myself – although in a way this was weirder than bathing with others 🤷🏻‍♀️ No photos for obvious reasons – you can stop reading now if that’s what you were looking for!

The next day I set off bright and early on the loop after K’s free coffee 👏 The temperature was 1 degree celcius but the sun was shining, the sky was blue and I realised one more thing that day – I would be wearing all of my clothes, all of the time. I refuse to buy a thicker jacket even if that means resembling a Michelen Man.

I teamed up with a couple of guys from my hostel for the day. It was fun to do the loop with others – backpacking is a mix of time spent in your own company and with others, and today was the perfect time for the latter.

With another paper map and and not really knowing how long any of it would take, plus not wanting to miss my train that I had unnecessarily prebooked, we whizzed around the first bit and accidently missed half the places we wanted to stop at 🤦🏻‍♀️

Note to self #1 – there is actually no need to pay extra to prebook a train seat if you’re flexible on time.

Note to self #2 – next time just cough up for the Japan Rail pass (for a flat fee and certain number of days you can travel all over Japan with a few exceptions) then you don’t have to faff about buying a ticket at all, you can just jump in the three unreserved carriages.

The loop includes a boat ride across the lake on what I considered a pirate ship – I really wanted to climb the masts 🤔 The crowds really build up come midday so be prepared for a bit of a wait.

I was lucky with the weather and got so many stunning views of Mount Fuji…. I had prepared myself to maybe catch a glimpse between the clouds but this was fantastic. Yes there are a lot of people doing this loop, but if you set off early and take your time to get off the beaten track you can escape the crowds.

*Bonus traveller point to Andy for bringing a proper camera*

We did just that when we veered off the path in search of a viewpoint and discovered some gorgeous snowy paths around the lake. The scenery reminded me of Banff in Canada, or New Zealand – it’s rare to have snow on the ground, bright sunshine and waves lapping at your feet.

And Mount Fuji in the background – that’s snow on the mountain top, not a cloud 😎

I tried a giant freshly roasted rice cracker with soy sauce while the guys went for the local ‘black egg’ 🤢 I guess it’s black due to the sulphur from the hot springs which we could smell – obviously ignoring the warnings stating that anyone with any health problems at all risks death (flashback to the volcano in Hawaii which Helen and I survived). I didn’t see anyone bothering with the protective face towel that was provided 🤷🏻‍♀️

There’s a lot more to see in the area if you have the time, including the Hakone Open Air Museum at the top of the loop, which I missed, and local onsens which I chickened out of. Beware – most onsen don’t accept tattoos as this is a sign of Japanese mafia 🙊

After a nonstop day involving all kinds of transport, I had my first encounter with the Shinkansen (bullet train) as we all headed to Kyoto. Next post coming soon 😎

An Alien in Tokyo

April 6, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Myanmar, TravelLeave a comment

After the slow pace of Myanmar, I landed in one of the most hi-tech places on the planet, Tokyo, and experienced a kind of reverse culture shock. There are so many people. The men wear trousers not skirts. The doors open automatically. The toilets have a mind of their own and should come with an instruction manual for their many controls, automatically lifting their lids and heating their seats as I open the cubical door. I’m instructed to sit not squat.

And I must flush the toilet paper instead of throwing it in the bin although it takes me 5 minutes to find the flush button and it’s a while before I’m brave enough to press the ‘female cleansing’ button 🙊

I added Japan to my itinerary almost on a whim enroute to the Philippines. Before quitting to travel, I worked at Google and my team was based in Tokyo. Come visit when you’re in this part of the world they said. So here I am!

What I discovered pretty much immediately that Japan is a 30-something backpacker’s dream come true. I thought I had outgrown dormitary rooms but Japanese hostels have raised the bar so high I can’t even see it anymore. Plus I can’t afford my own room in Japan.

A dorm bed here costs about £30 and generally gets you a sleeping pod, which I didn’t know I’d been missing out on until now. Amazing. You have a decent sized bed and enough space to sit up in, a reading light, some shelf space (a bit like a mini version of those all in one beds you want as a teenage girl) all safely enclosed by a curtain. And a pair of slippers – get used to taking your shoes off a lot in Japan! The calibre of fellow travellers is also that bit higher – your average 18 year old on their gap year can’t afford it 🙊

As I stepped off the plane and onto the Tokyo metro system, I thought it was going to be harder to get around than it actually is. Rail staff generally speak enough English to point you in the right direction and a few words of Japanese (excuse me, thank you) go a long way! I also discovered that whilst I spent half my time getting lost inside the stations and figuring out which of the hundreds of lines to take (Tokyo has the biggest station in the world, Shinjuku), once you’re actually on the train it’s easy as stations are numbered and announcements are even in English.

On to Tokyo itself, with only two full days it was always going to be jam packed. I don’t like big cities. But I loved Tokyo. I could even imagine living here. Because whilst there are over 9 million people, there is an efficiency to it and pockets of calm to be found. People are incredibly polite and they like to queue. I was waiting to board a bus when I realised everyone people was waiting for me to get on first as I’d arrived before them. As a Brit I obviously appreciate the queue, although I don’t see the point of waiting at a pedestrian crossing for the little green man when the road is clearly empty 🤔

Two days barely scratched the surface and I can only write about my own experiences. I stayed in the Asakusa area, to the east of the city where a lot of the hostels are based. On both days I left my hostel early mornings armed with a paper tourist map and a metro card and pounded the streets for several hours, only returning late at night to sleep.

Asakusa is a good area due to the proximity to the Dempo-in Temple, the Sky Tower and the river, also a fairly early metro station to take you into the city. I found a lovely vegan cafe called The Farm by the river for my first Japanese lunch.

The Sky Tower used to hold the title of World’s Tallest Building so naturally I went to the very top. I don’t think I even looked at the extra cost for the top floors – what’s the point if you don’t go to the highest point?! They also have a post box up there which I thought was pretty cool.

The views from the top were stunning – although the Barbie doll exhibition on the top was a little odd. I never considered Barbie to be a career goal.

The Dempo-in shrine gave me my first experience of Asian girls dressing up in kimonos, whipping out their selfie sticks at the slightest hint of cherry blossom. Note to other tourists – these are not Geisha 😂 It also introduced me to the fortune slips, whereby you pay a coin or two, shake a box and pull out a stick with a number on it then find that number on a big chest of drawers type thing, and discover your fortune. Unfortunately I couldn’t understand my number but some girls helped me out and I was relieved to find my fortune was a good one. Not to worry though – if you get a bad one, simply tie it to the post and get rid of it.

I popped in the Google office for a free lunch and view from the top of the Roppongi Hills office. Whilst their suggestion of for afternoon activities was some way off (Fish market and Maid Cafe) it was nice to catch up in person although it felt like a weird parallel universe where work me and backpacker me collided 🤔

They also treated me to a unique private dining experience in a Tempura restaurant which was the best food I ate for a while. Three of us sat in a private room whilst the chef prepared course after course in front of us before explaining exactly how each piece should be eaten. With a delicious vegetable only menu for me of course.

When in Tokyo you have to check out the Shinjuku area with the iconic neon signs and walk around at night. I realise this is a bit like saying when in London you must go to Picadillly Circus, an area no Londoner just wanders around by choice, but I couldn’t quite get my head around these scenes after India and Myanmar. A good place to get a break from the crowds and see the city lights for free is the Government Building observatory.

I also had to see the World’s Busiest Crossing at Shibuya (maybe I should start watching record breakers as I seem to enjoy this type of thing) which despite apparently having 2500 people crossing in all directions, felt relatively calm. Photo below!

My favourite area was probably Harajuku where I wandered around the quieter streets, had coffee, browsed the weird and wonderful fashion shops in Takeshita Street (sooo many people!) and found a gorgeous silver jewelry shop with abundance of skulls, where the owner was a lovely guy from Myanmar of all places – I got a few freebies for that reason 😎

I was intrigued by the number of cat and dog cafes but didn’t go in as I can’t imagine I’d have been happy to see animals contained in cafes. Below is a video of the crowds on Harajuku Street – I didn’t last long there.

The makeup shops also fascinated me. There is makeup for things I didn’t know existed…. And skin lightening is a big thing – I’ve given up on finding a normal moisturiser without going the Michael Jackson route and am just putting hand cream on my face until I get to the Philippines. Neither can I find a hair conditioner that isn’t industrial sized. I’ve spent hours in these shops just looking and wondering what everything is.

*The Japanese love to use props in photos…*

Japan is also home of the super duper vending machine, on every corner and selling cans of hot coffee. I did not see any vending machines for more dodgy things shall we say, which I had been told existed.

I was only planning 10 days in Japan initially, so after 3 nights I moved on to catch a glimpse of Mount Fuji and experience the Japanese bathing phenomenon of Onsen…

Yangon : The Hair of The Buddha

April 6, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Myanmar, TravelLeave a comment

Just one more night bus away, this time a modern one with a working seat and no naughty monks (but still no sleep) lies Yangon.

Founded in the 11th century and formerly known as Rangoon, this city turned out to be one of my favourite in Asia. It has a great vibe, it’s a real city where as a visitor you are made to feel welcome but it’s not overrun with tourists. I could walk down the busy streets as the only Westerner and feel completely safe. In fact in Myanmar I haven’t worn my money belt or bothered to lock my backpack when I leave the room – it just hasn’t felt necessary.

Yangon was the capital until 2006, when the government relocated the capital to a purpose-built city, Naypyidaw, in central Myanmar. There are over 7.3 millon inhabitants – I really enjoyed breakfast on the hotel rooftop looking out at some of these people busy tidying their roof gardens and one woman brushing her teeth up there 🤐

I’ve seen a lot of Buddha images since I arrived in Sri Lanka on 1st January and travelled through India and Thailand. I’ve lost count of how many. But just when I thought I’d seen them all, Yangon gave me the Swedagon Pagoda, the mother of all Buddhist temples and this absolutely blew my mind.

In this temple complex there are over 2000 gold Buddha images. How many?! Most Burmese Buddhists visit here at least once in their lifetime. See video for a tiny glimpse…

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I tried my best but I’m not sure the awesomeness of this place can be captured on camera or video. There is one huge temple in the centre, surrounded by dozens of mini versions forming a circle, with a little shrine for each birth day, where you pour a cup of water for each year of your life. Or one per decade if you’re going to be there for a while!

In the main temple, according to Buddhist beliefs, there is something very special – the hair relic of The Buddha. Sri Lanka might have had the tooth relic but this is 1-0 to Myanmar in my book.

I made a stop at the National Museum for once and it was entertaining, even if it didn’t meant to be. The rooms were huge and spacious, but mostly empty with a few exhibitions dotted around. In the biggest room was the magnificent Lion throne which was returned from India in 1885. I spent a while walking around the dome looking for the other 7 thrones before reading the text properly and realising they were destroyed many moons ago 🤦🏻‍♀️My other favourite was a collection of weird and wonderful musical instruments, all shaped like snakes or other animals. No photos unfortunately as we had to lock our bags away before entering.

This is something that would have annoyed me if I was on the way to work in London rush hour, but we rode the circular Commuter Train for a few stops to get a feel for the area and admire the view from the open windows as the train passed through surrounding villages. But it wasn’t that busy and nobody seemed to mind although I declined the insect snacks and dried plums that vendors were selling!

*Dried plums in red basket, insects out of shot*

Yangon is a good place to explore local markets, full of colourful produce and nobody really tries to sell you anything. I avoided the fish market and the place where they make the dreaded Fish Sauce by burying layers of fish in the ground and leaving it for one year. People are so friendly that I could take lots of photos of the fruit, vegetables and tofu laid out on the ground. I tried some red bananas – slightly sweeter than the yellow ones.

Inside, women were perched on tiny platforms, stitching away on ancient looking sewing machines. It felt like going back in time.

A particularly fun way to get around in Yangon is by tricycle, where you sit side car style on a bicycle. They go pretty fast, especially into oncoming traffic 😂 – see video!

*Interesting bum enhancer for sale at the market* 🤔

My final day in Yangon, and in fact Myanmar, was spent wandering the old town and admiring the colonial style buildings. This part of the city reminded me a little of Mumbai.

Food was also excellent and although a little more pricey, it meant a change from the daily vegetable fried noodles (“tatalo, fish sauce no!”) – I had the chance to try banana blossom, and ordered a vegetable samosa salad which I did not expect to come as a soup 🤦🏻‍♀️

Inke and I share a love for massage treatments so we headed to a local spa and indulged once again in the full works ❤️

*Our guide Leo offering to the novice nuns*

Two weeks in Myanmar has flown by and I’m not sure where the time went. I’ll definitely return when I’m in this part of the world, to visit the beaches in the south and hopefully the mountains in the north will be be more accessible.

I can’t recommend Myanmar strongly enough although I don’t want it to be ruined by tourism. This is the internal dilemma you face daily when travelling – you want a place to be easy to get to but for nobody else to be there 🤔. Just be prepared to move at a slower pace – your meals might take an age to arrive, you might be served the wrong dish, and you’ll have to learn to love the squat toilet but you’ll be rewarded with old fashioned hospitality and be greeted with a smile. Go! ❤️

The Road to Mandalay

April 3, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Myanmar, TravelLeave a comment

Sad to leave Bagan but excited for Mandalay, it was a relatively short journey to the second largest city and last royal capital of Myanmar. The name sounds really romantic, probably because of Rudyard Kipling’s poem.

Looking back Mandalay is a bit of a blur, visiting one temple after another on two day trips which packed in the sights. I’m running the risk of simply rattling off all the places I visited without much information – but that’s because there are so many places to see. I’ve decided to write what I remember right now before I forget and maybe do a retrospective post later on with more detail.

There are a few ‘biggest in the world’ sites in Mandalay. First up, the ‘World’s Biggest Book’, otherwise known as the Kuthodaw Pagoda – hundreds and hundreds of stone tablets inscribed with Buddhist texts, which apparently took the monks 6 months to recite. The ‘book’ was commissioned by the King and completed in 1868, to ensure the preservation of the text. It’s very beautiful and quite the hotspot for photoshoots – I saw many Burmese wedding and graduation parties.

On top of Mandalay Hill is the Su Taung Pyei pagoda complex, which even has an escalator to take you to the top… Some great sunset views to be had here and chats with local students who come up to practice their English with visitors.

Whilst I also visited the Mahamuni Pagoda, women are not allowed to enter the main shrine so I don’t have any photos 😡 there is a live video stream where I could see men sticking gold leaf on to the Buddha image. I did this in Bagan so wasn’t too upset. I think the following photos were taken at the Mahamuni pagoda as well but to be honest I can’t remember 🙈. I do remember it felt more like a garden centre than a temple, with numerous Buddhas for sale, palm readers and a multitude of flashing lights!

I really enjoyed a boat ride across the river to the area known as Mingun, especially as the boat had comfy chairs laid out for us, and a little table with free coffee, biscuits and bananas 👏

As soon as we got off the boat, ladies selling bamboo hats descended on us and of course I bought one for 50p – something which turned out to be essential when a visit to Myanmar’s answer to the Taj Mahal, the White Stupa, turned into a photoshoot. In fact the hat made the photos 😎 I ended up with the best photos I’ve ever had of myself, thanks to Lucy who knows a few Instagram worthy tricks!

Back on the ‘biggest in the world’ theme is the ‘World’s Biggest Pile of Bricks’. I’m not making this up. Although in my opinion that’s a bit of an insult as it’s actually a huge pagoda, albeit unfinished, that you can climb up for a great view. Everyone knows if it can be climbed, I’ll be at the top!

And don’t forget the ‘World’s Biggest Ringing Bell’ – I only noticed this man who I almost knocked out when I watched this video back 🙈

Last one – the ‘World’s Longest Teak Wood Bridge’ 😂 The Burmese love their teak trees! We got here in time for sunset. There was a party atmosphere and the bridge was full of locals making the walk across, although no beer was on sale that day 😡

No visit to Mandalay would be complete without a wooden monastery. We visited the ancient Shwenandaw Monastery, which is full of, you’ve guessed it, teak carvings. It was pretty impressive! I noticed both monks and nuns here – I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I only realised on that day that the ones wearing pink robes are in fact nuns and not monks 🙈

I also got to see how Gold Leaf is produced, something I didn’t realise I had been missing and it is back breaking. A man was beating the gold leaf over and over with a huge hammer – his back looked pretty bent out of shape to me. The gold leaf is wrapped in bamboo paper, which itself takes several months to make. No wonder the price tag is high – I managed to resist a purchase this time!

Another unexpected but fascinating sight was the street where the thousands of Buddha statues are hand made. People carving the stone were literally covered in white residue – from head to toe. No protective face masks either. I can’t imagine what this does to your lungs. Typically the women were polishing and painting while the men carved.

And that’s my whistlestop tour of Mandalay. I feel like my two days were enough, although maybe I didn’t really get a feel for the day to day life as I was so busy seeing the sights. I thought I had seen enough Buddhas to last me a lifetime – and then I went to Yangon…

1000 Temples…In Search of Pagoda X

April 2, 2019November 19, 2024Posted in Asia, Myanmar, TravelLeave a comment

Myanmar : Bagan

I was sitting on a night bus in Inle patiently waiting for it to leave the station. My seat, with the broken recline and dud entertainment system, was to be my bed for the night and after an hour I was wondering why we hadn’t yet moved. The word was that we were waiting for a couple of people who were late – I was quite annoyed at this point, if they missed the bus surely that’s their fault! After a while longer it transpired it was actually two monks who were late, and out of respect we must wait. Right. Apparently they were just ten minutes away. Eventually a few of us got off to go to the toilet, just as another bus pulled up alongside ours and two elderly monks got out – now the monks must wait for us 🙏

Almost as soon as we set off, the bus stopped, of course, for a noodle break, where I ate the noodles even though I’d just had dinner and took a sneaky pic of the monks. I didn’t get one of them smoking fags and sharing a mobile phone unfortunately 😂

After three more stops and zero sleep, I probably wasn’t in the best of moods when we arrived at dawn to watch the famous balloons floating over Bagan, an image I’d had in my head for a while – serene hot air balloons floating over hundreds and hundreds of ruined temples as the sun rises…. Instagram vs reality strikes again!

What actually happened is that we arrived at a hill top along with what felt like thousands of Chinese tourists, all brandishing huge zoom lenses and munching loudly on corn. As we jostled for space, getting the evil eye from all sides, with no balloons to be seen and most temples obscured by trees, I wondered what we were missing. I’m still confused by how it was light before the sun had actually risen – at 6.30am Inke and I were convinced we’d missed the sunrise and were on the verge of leaving before the main event 😂 This is the problem with having expectations – lesson learned!

Bagan is an ancient city, where between the 11th and 13th centuries over 10,000 Buddhist temples, pagodas and monasteries were built. Almost 3,000 of their ruins remain today. Determined to get off the beaten track and see the real Bagan, the next day I convinced Inke and Lucy they wanted to ride bicycles and track down a ‘secret’ temple (let’s call it Pagoda X) that somebody had told me about.

However, the best way to get around is on a scooter. As we set off on our bicycles and every man and his dog and 12 year old kid passed us on scooters, we all had the same thought – wouldn’t this be more fun on a real bike?! Our guide Leo put in a call to bring some scooters over after we’d had a practice go on his.

How hard can it be, right?! Very, it turns out – apparently none of us were capable of turning a corner without revving the engine and speeding off out of control 😂

As I skidded to a stop, let go of the scooter without turning off the ignition and sent it crashing to the ground whilst crying tears of laughter, three people from the scooter company pulled up with our vehicles. They promptly turned around and left as Leo just shook his head and waved them on their way again without saying a word 🙈

I maintain that if we’d had a bit longer to practice and could have ridden in a straight line out of town not stopping at any junctions, we’d have been just fine. But travelling is a fine line between #yolo (you only live once) and blatant stupidity, so we got our uninsured selves back on our trusty bicycles (only £2 for the day) armed with a map, water and a few bananas, and despite the 35 degree heat and no gears to speak of we had the best day of the trip so far. In fact it was top three days of my entire journey 😎

Remember there are thousands of ruined temples and pagodas here. If you have the means to go off road, you can visit as many as you like. They are only known by number and most aren’t on the map. Unfortunately for us but perhaps for the good of the structures, climbing them is now forbidden and most of the hidden stairways have been blocked off. Looking for secret doors was still a thrill! As is the freedom of having all day and nowhere to be, the ability to go wherever you want and some great people to do it with 😎

It’s very hard to put into words the beauty of this place and the feeling of looking around and seeing nothing and nobody other than hundreds of ruined temples around you and on the horizon.

These two short videos are only a glimpse – imagine this scene laid out in every direction and around every corner and you’ll get the idea.

The rusty old bikes survived although Lucy seemed to have lost her brake pads altogether by the end, despite narrowly avoiding punctures from thorn trees (we remembered Leo’s warning about staying on the paths far too late) and all the skidding when the paths turned to sand then disappeared altogether. Every few minutes somebody would shout ‘Sand! Look out!’ and nearly fall off 😂

I put my bike to the test when at 17.30 I realised I’d left my treasured sand painting that I’d bought earlier in the day (it’s a tradition here to use sand on fabric) in Pagoda X when we were halfway up the hidden staircase. I bombed it back through the sand, having faith it would still be there (unless the one person we had seen near there had nicked it) shouting encouragement at the old girl and praying I didn’t meet a scooter on the way.

We didn’t stop until the sun went down, chasing the sunset at the end of the day, covered in dirt and dust but thoroughly happy and finishing the day off with a curry and beer at local vegetarian restaurant. Success!

Whilst in Bagan we also took a guided trip around the biggest temples but this wasn’t nearly as much fun. I should probably mention them, so here are a few more photos!

All the gold and I’m blending in #wheresmaz

*My favorite – the huge Buddhas at Ananda temple change expression and smile as you get closer*

Days later, Inke had a closer look at the map our guide Leo had sent us, and realised Pagoda X was marked on there all along. Or was it?! 🤔

I didn’t get to see the balloons – as it turned out they didn’t go up due to weather conditions that day, but that’s OK. I really didn’t want to leave Bagan behind, but the road to Mandalay was calling…