Category: Myanmar

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.

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…

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…

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!

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!

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 ❤️

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! ❤️

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…

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!

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…

Myanmar : Inle Lake

The road to Inle was closed so we took a propeller plane to Heho airport, only an hours flight. The airport was tiny, just a single building and they gave us a sticker as a boarding pass. My litre bottle of water was allowed through security if I promised to finish it before boarding the plane 🙂

We sat and waited until we saw the plane come in to land – when it did, there was a bit of a free for all as everyone ran to the doors to be the first onboard – there was no reserved seating but apparently everyone had a ticket so I wasn’t sure what happens if you end up back of the queue 🤔 I was happy to find they served coffee and snacks onboard – less happy when one of the group warned the snack was durian cake, so don’t eat it. This fruit is an acquired taste that stinks – I’m not a fan 🤢

The advantage of being in a GAdventures group is that everything is organised, so I could simply step off the plane onto a waiting bus which is a really nice change from bargaining with taxi drivers or riding in the back of a tuktuk and being pleasantly surprised when he drops you at your hostel instead of kidnapping you 😂

This hotel continued the hospitality with cold drink, wet towel and a pair of slippers to wear 😂

The main reason to come here is to see the lake – or life on the lake. Everyone takes a day trip by longboat to visit several places. Several times it crossed my mind what idiot tourists we must look, wearing bright life jackets and talking photos, as local fishermen, water gardeners or women hopping between villages passed by. Still, most of them waved.

Surprisingly the water is crystal clear and below the surface are bright green plants (a bit like those mum fishes out of my pond at home!!) which local men harvest, transporting them to their village and turning them into floating gardens on which vegetables are grown. This looked like extremely hard work 🤔

On the lake are floating villages, with restaurants and shops in between the tiny houses. We transfered to canoes, rowed by women, for a closer look and to support the project. I just liked holding a parasol!

A highlight was visiting the Nyaumg Shew monastery and the ruins of Shwe Inn Dein pagodas someway down the river system. The rivers have crude damns, essentially just sticks in the water which we raced through without slowing down – a lot of fun when you’re at the front of the boat!

It’s fascinating to imagine daily life here, hopping in a boat to pop across to your neighbour or to buy food.

The surprising favorite activity was having a go at making cigars, flavoured with banana, rum, pineapple, mint and more… It’s much harder than it looks to roll! Almost everyone, including me, bought some, although apparently nobody smokes 🤔

Also here are the Long Neck ladies. I’ve seen these before in Thailand and Laos – our guide Leo explained that they are actually from the remote villages and are working here in tourism to earn money. I wasn’t sure about taking a photo with them as it felt either contrived or exploitative, but since we gave a decent donation and there is currently no infrastructure to visit them otherwise, I decided it was OK.

There are a lot of crafts to be had on Inle, including hand made silver jewellery and lacquered bamboo items (cups, bowls etc), as well as weaving by hand which was actually really interest. Tiny old ladies and one old man were perched on wooden benches turning thread from lotus flowers into beautiful designs. There goes my budget…

I really enjoyed a visit to our local guides house for a cup of tea, who confusingly is also known as T. We had an interesting chat about tourism in Myanmar – there are so many beautiful areas which are not accessible right now, supposedly due to lack of safe roads. I’m personally not if it’s more about limiting foreigner movement. It’s important to remember that Myanmar is a small country, under control of China in many ways and lacking crucial funds to fight back in the international press. Tourism numbers have dropped so low that many many people have lost their jobs. This reminded me of the sad situation in Nicaragua right now, a country that is close to my heart.

I also got to try a Burmese massage, which is amazing! It’s so cheap that Inke and I had a whole afternoon at the spa, indulging in a full body massage (thankfully this time fully clothed and no blindfold involved) and foot scrub / mask. Here are some more food photos to finish this post 😀

However, while Inle Lake was fascinating, it had nothing on Bagan…

Myanmar : Tachileik, Kengtung, Shen State

I’ve wanted to visit Myanmar for a long time and I’m so glad I did. Don’t believe everything you read in the press – the vast majority of the country is incredibly safe to visit. Think lush tropical scenery, so many temples they don’t keep count and the most hospitable, friendly people you’ll likely ever encounter. I joined another GAdventures trip for two weeks as I wanted to see as much as possible in two weeks and it’s a little harder to get off the beaten track on your own here. Joining a tour meant we had our own transport for the more remote areas and could cross the Thai / Burmese border at Tachileik.

To cross the border you walk over a bridge, stopping at a little office / shack with some officials casually checking paperwork whilst eating their lunch. We left our bags in a big pile in the office while they finished their checks and went to sit on some plastic chairs under a sign for beers for a while 😂

Once officially in the country we settled down for a four hour ride in our beat up old minivan. Our guide Leo, native to Myanmar and proudly wearing the traditional ‘longi’ dress, explained that due to sanctions, vehicles are generally second hand from Japan or China. This means they are very old and very slow. Many are also right hand drives even though they drive on the right. The roads were almost empty – we passed maybe three other vehicles all the way to our first stop of Kengtung. This is because the government often close this road and the bus to the border only runs a couple of times per day. Eventually we arrived at a mini version of Chiang Mai, Thailand, but 30 years in the past.

Hotels still have to be government approved but GAdventures favours locally owned, smaller businesses wherever possible. We stayed in old fashioned hotels where they tried so hard on the customer service front 🙂 It’s nice to be welcomed with a cold drink and a refreshing towel and have your backpack carried to your room! The next morning my new roommate Inke and I went down to breakfast and found the table set for us – despite this being a large hotel with several floors, we were the only guests. I soon realised fried food was going to be my staple diet…. Breakfast was fried samosas, some kind of fried donut, fried eggs, huge slices of white bread and instant coffee stewing in a pot 🤦🏻‍♀️ better stock up on those bananas!

For our first day in Myanmar, we climbed into the back of pickup trucks, crawling slowly up hills, surrounded by green rice paddies enroute to visit the hill tribes.

A lot of the roads were in a bad state and roadwork is done without machinery – we passed several groups of women, tarmacing the roads by hand with tiny shovels, wearing flip flops. I was taken aback by how green and tropical the scenery is. Whilst the visible greenery was mostly sticky rice, fruit and vegetables, I should mention that Myanmar is apparently the 2nd biggest exporter of opium, albeit hidden out of sight.

On a not totally unrelated note, the first stop of the day was a local farm producing ‘Moonshine’ rice liquor. This stuff is over 50% proof and just the smell of it is enough to get you drunk. The whole distillery process is done by hand of course.

The bags below are ready when the liquid has turned a certain colour :

The problem is that the alcohol is so cheap, at less than 30p a bottle, that the bottle it’s sold in costs more than the actual liquor. They say if you start drinking it as a teenager you’ll be dead by 50 😬

We visited some really interesting hill tribes in the Shan state, including the Akha and Ann tribes. Some of the women were sporting extravagant headwear – I didn’t take a photo unfortunately but someone else on Google images has. They have started to sell handicrafts as they are receiving visitors trekking through the area now – the women were very smiley and not pushy at all. But the kids on the other hand – it was a free for all as a group of them descended on us, each trying to win a sale. Ultimately most people bought something, as each bracelet cost only 50p and these villages are very, very poor. The pictures below show the houses, which do not have running water or much in the way of sanitation. The small school and toilet has been constructed by donations from the nearby town, which also pays for a teacher. We noticed that most of the older people have red / black stained mouths – this is from chewing the leaf from teak trees, in order to hide decaying teeth 🙊. Arranged marriages are still the norm here even though these children don’t know their real age. In fact one of the purposes of the school is to teach the calendar. Families match girls and boys for marriage who appear to be of a similar age, within the same village.

We had a local guide accompany us, who could communicate with the locals, but we’d been warned he was old and might be slow. We’d also been told the trek was easy, ‘just walking around the villages’. Wrong on both counts! The guide didn’t change pace or break a sweat, powering up the steep hills as I was puffing at the back 😬

There was a tap that continually dripped water onto the ground, running down the hillside through a hosepipe. I thought it was drinking water for the village, but it’s actually for the spirits. The villagers believe that providing the spirits with water, and hanging signs over their doors, will keep the spirits out of their homes.

Everyone smiles, waves and says hello to us wherever we go. ‘Mingalabah’ is how the greeting sounds and we say it to everyone in return. The most important thing is to smile 🙂 If we are on bus, people wave from the side of the road, especially children. One of my favourite memories is walking down the street, and seeing a woman’s wide smile from far away, before I could make out any other features.

The only downside is the food… ‘Shan noodles’ to be precise. One of the few veggie options on the menu, after we had communicated that we did not want fish sauce (I’m trying not to think about the suspiciously pink coloured Pad Thai that three of us, all veg*n to some degree, had at the border when there was absolutely no time to order something else and we all took a bite and looked at each other in horror 🙉). We have learned to say ‘Tatalo!’ for vegetarian followed by ‘Fish sauce no!’ which conveniently rhymes, and then we produce a photo of a bottle of fish sauce, and finally hammer the point home by making a cross sign with our arms like some kind of bizzare ritual. It seems to work! But Shan ‘sticky’ noodles were just nasty slimy noodles that I dont understand how anybody could eat, vegetarian or not 😬

To illustrate how new tourism is in this state, which is geographically cut off from the more established tourist industry in, say, Mandalay, below is a photo of a cheesecake somebody ordered for dessert. It really is cheddar cheese on top of a sponge cake 🤔 Nobody had the heart to tell them that’s not actually cheesecake.

The next day our guide gave us a map and suggested we visit three places. 1- the oldest tree in the city. 2 – the temple. 3- the lake. What followed was one of the best days of my trip so far as Inke and I embarked on a treasure hunt / wild goose chase searching for this tree. We set off in the vague direction indicated by the map before realising we had no way to recognise this tree – but perhaps it was bigger than the others?! We wandered up a hill into a school that was closed for the weekend and spotted Tree #1 which had a sign on it – it looked promising until Inke pointed out it was a ‘no smoking’ sign 🙄

On the way we came across a street procession – which we later found out was a Kaaitan national ceremony to make offerings to the monks.

Tree #1

We carried on, trying every fork in the road until we spotted one tree that was a bit taller than the rest. We knew that was a long shot but I took a photo anyway!

Half hour later, after climbing higher and enjoying the colourful houses below us, we thought tree #3 might be it – it was after all on top of a platform with a small shrine next to it.

We were almost ready to call it quits when we hesitated at another fork in the road and a man came over to see if we needed help. ‘Tree?’ I said. ‘Yes! Tree!’ the man pointed to the right, looking very happy. Off we went and found the most enormous tree I’ve ever seen in my life. Wow.

Feeling very happy we went for a coffee at a cute cafe with a swing for a table where we ran into two very interesting travellers. These guys are film makers, attempting to travel the world without money or many possessions. They claimed not to even have a change of clothes – relying on hitch hiking and the kindness of strangers offering them a bed. But this doesn’t work in Myanmar, where locals aren’t allowed to have foreigners stay and are reluctant to pick them up, plus the road to Inle Lake is currently closed to foreigners as it’s apparently unsafe. We helped them out by suggesting they follow our lead and try to get on a flight to Inle Lake instead, which they did the next day. We got a magic trick for our efforts (the massage and flowers sent to every members of Inkes family didn’t materialise funnily enough) 👏

And that concludes my first few days in Myanmar – I loved it already. Next stop Inle Lake via propeller plane….