Sunset in Botswana
Sunset in Mandelay
The call of that old Pan Am commercial that serenaded each morning has been answered. Substituting other airlines and adding a cruise ship, we did go round the world. We ventured into the exotic and unknown. Often we commented that we "weren’t in Kansas anymore." We added new names, some we had never heard of before, to our travel map. We came back with stories and pictures and a basic knowledge of a world far different from our own and one that will have an increasing impact upon ours.
We saw the burdens and benefits of French and British colonialism. We saw peoples little changed in a hundred years and cities more modern than our home town. Conversations with Europeans, Africans and Asians broadened our view point and gave us a great deal to contemplate about this fast changing world.
Our trip was wonderful, amazing, educational and just fun, but we are glad to be home. For almost two months we were spoiled, no meals to plan, no dishes to do, no beds to make, everything at our fingertips with people to attend to our every need or desire. Nice for a bit, but old after a while. Dorothy was right, there is no place like home.
We enjoyed having you follow us and hope you will join us again when we head out on a search for Jack Danials in the RV in the spring.
If you remember that line, you lived in San Francisco in the 60s. It was a slogan for Pan Am telling you about Flight 1 originating in San Francisco and going around the world. Pan Am is gone but the slogan put the travel bug in us and we have been working on doing it ever since.
Friday, 21 January 2011
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Singapore
Our ship landed in Singapore and what a different world we have entered.
Thirty-five years ago, this was a third world country according to those who visited then. Under the strict direction of Lee Kuan Yew, the city rivals Hong Kong and Shanghai for new construction and shopping malls.
Pan Pacific, our hotel, is a beautiful four-star high rise where we were greeted by a personal concierge who helped us plan our stay. Our ride on another hop on, hop off bus showed us more places to visit than our time allows. Hungry after the ride we headed for a spot along the Singapore River and Marina, a major tourist destination. Lee cleaned the Singapore River where boys used to dive into a sludge of rubbish (see photo)
and made it a destination for walking, tourist boats, sculptures and wonderful dining.
At Forum Seafood , we enjoyed a slightly spicy chili crab and roasted vegetable lunch. Using sweetened rolls, we sopped up the spicy sauce. This is a signature dish of Singapore that we would love to find at home. Jerry, a real crab lover, got up to his wrists in his food while Anna Lee, who doesn’t like to touch her food, opted for help from a server.
Our docent led tour of the Asian Civilizations Museum taught us that no evidence of an indigenous population has been found. This area has always been a trade route with shards from other Asian countries and from Europe left behind. The trading port established by the Portugese was transformed by Brit Sanford Raffels into a free port that still booms. Inhabited mostly by men, expats, Chinese laborer and Indian money lenders, it was successful and seedy. Lee got rid of the seedy part and the success is evident in business buildings, mansions, golf courses, parks, retail malls and the port.
As we left the museum, the skies opened giving us a chance to converse with our young docent and a somewhat older woman. They explained that education and health care are expensive. Any subsidies for the poor provide very minimal medical treatment. There is no unemployment insurance or social security. The younger generation are getting lax in supporting their parents and a recent law is requiring them to do so. Newspaper accounts talked of the need for military defense against Malaysia and Indonesia who covet Singapore’s success.
We had booked a night safari at the zoo before we left. This is a popular activity for all ages. Our fast food dinner there included another spicy soup for Jerry and a succulent chicken and rice for Anna Lee. We expected nocturnal animals, instead our tram ride took us past dimly lit habitats of lions, water buffalo, and other animals of Asia and Africa. The narrative emphasized conserving and reestablishing the rain forest. The animal show after our ride was quite good with the trainer alternating amusing banter with the audience with lessons in animal behavior and endangerment.
In the morning, eager to get out and about, we grabbed dim sum at Pic a Bit, a fast food restaurant. Then we took the spotless, efficient subway to Little India to find the Pongal Festival. This three day holiday includes housecleaning, cow and goat painting, and giving thanks to those animals for all they provide.
A chance encounter at a shopping mall provided a performance of dancing lions for the Chinese New Year. Two agile men were in the costume. Using some sort of pulls, they made the dragon’s face express fear, amusement and surprise. We were surprised as the “dragon” pounced up on posts and began to dance.
Needing to refuel, we found a lovely mochi (Asian dessert) place in the mall. Then we headed to the Bird Park stopping to pay respect to the penguins. We particularly enjoyed seeing the range of hornbills, toucans and lories.
We floated on the river enjoying the skyline on our last night of this amazing trip.
After more wandering on our last day, we enjoyed another Singapore specialty, a luscious noodle soup with wonderfully blended spices.
Thirty-five years ago, this was a third world country according to those who visited then. Under the strict direction of Lee Kuan Yew, the city rivals Hong Kong and Shanghai for new construction and shopping malls.
Pan Pacific, our hotel, is a beautiful four-star high rise where we were greeted by a personal concierge who helped us plan our stay. Our ride on another hop on, hop off bus showed us more places to visit than our time allows. Hungry after the ride we headed for a spot along the Singapore River and Marina, a major tourist destination. Lee cleaned the Singapore River where boys used to dive into a sludge of rubbish (see photo)
and made it a destination for walking, tourist boats, sculptures and wonderful dining.
At Forum Seafood , we enjoyed a slightly spicy chili crab and roasted vegetable lunch. Using sweetened rolls, we sopped up the spicy sauce. This is a signature dish of Singapore that we would love to find at home. Jerry, a real crab lover, got up to his wrists in his food while Anna Lee, who doesn’t like to touch her food, opted for help from a server.
Our docent led tour of the Asian Civilizations Museum taught us that no evidence of an indigenous population has been found. This area has always been a trade route with shards from other Asian countries and from Europe left behind. The trading port established by the Portugese was transformed by Brit Sanford Raffels into a free port that still booms. Inhabited mostly by men, expats, Chinese laborer and Indian money lenders, it was successful and seedy. Lee got rid of the seedy part and the success is evident in business buildings, mansions, golf courses, parks, retail malls and the port.
As we left the museum, the skies opened giving us a chance to converse with our young docent and a somewhat older woman. They explained that education and health care are expensive. Any subsidies for the poor provide very minimal medical treatment. There is no unemployment insurance or social security. The younger generation are getting lax in supporting their parents and a recent law is requiring them to do so. Newspaper accounts talked of the need for military defense against Malaysia and Indonesia who covet Singapore’s success.
We had booked a night safari at the zoo before we left. This is a popular activity for all ages. Our fast food dinner there included another spicy soup for Jerry and a succulent chicken and rice for Anna Lee. We expected nocturnal animals, instead our tram ride took us past dimly lit habitats of lions, water buffalo, and other animals of Asia and Africa. The narrative emphasized conserving and reestablishing the rain forest. The animal show after our ride was quite good with the trainer alternating amusing banter with the audience with lessons in animal behavior and endangerment.
In the morning, eager to get out and about, we grabbed dim sum at Pic a Bit, a fast food restaurant. Then we took the spotless, efficient subway to Little India to find the Pongal Festival. This three day holiday includes housecleaning, cow and goat painting, and giving thanks to those animals for all they provide.
A chance encounter at a shopping mall provided a performance of dancing lions for the Chinese New Year. Two agile men were in the costume. Using some sort of pulls, they made the dragon’s face express fear, amusement and surprise. We were surprised as the “dragon” pounced up on posts and began to dance.
Needing to refuel, we found a lovely mochi (Asian dessert) place in the mall. Then we headed to the Bird Park stopping to pay respect to the penguins. We particularly enjoyed seeing the range of hornbills, toucans and lories.
We floated on the river enjoying the skyline on our last night of this amazing trip.
After more wandering on our last day, we enjoyed another Singapore specialty, a luscious noodle soup with wonderfully blended spices.
Kuala Lampur
Our next to final port takes us back to traffic jams and high rise buildings. KL is a bustling town with charming ethnic communities. We drove there through a downpour but arrived to sunshine, so leaving our umbrella on the bus seemed to be the right thing to do. WRONG.
On arrival in town, we hopped aboard the Hop on, Hop off bus for a tour of this thriving city. Our first stop at Chinatown with its red lanterns hanging and hundreds of stalls brimming called to us. Seeing live geese and chickens ready for the pot then later, in the pot, was an experience.
Then the rain returned and we learned the error of our ways, but it was warm and we wouldn’t melt, so we sloshed to the Central Market. There we found stalls of good local products such as baskets, jewelry, carvings and clothing.
Like malls at home, this market had a Food Court with what we would consider great Asian food (and they think of as fast food). At Noodles Noodles, Jerry enjoyed a rich seafood soup and Anna Lee had the most tender, silky chicken and vegetables she ever ate.
Back on the bus, we had a photo stop for all the high rise and historic buildings at Independence Square. Most impressive was the KL Tower.
Returning to the ship, we finished packing and saying farewell to our shipboard friends.
On arrival in town, we hopped aboard the Hop on, Hop off bus for a tour of this thriving city. Our first stop at Chinatown with its red lanterns hanging and hundreds of stalls brimming called to us. Seeing live geese and chickens ready for the pot then later, in the pot, was an experience.
Then the rain returned and we learned the error of our ways, but it was warm and we wouldn’t melt, so we sloshed to the Central Market. There we found stalls of good local products such as baskets, jewelry, carvings and clothing.
Like malls at home, this market had a Food Court with what we would consider great Asian food (and they think of as fast food). At Noodles Noodles, Jerry enjoyed a rich seafood soup and Anna Lee had the most tender, silky chicken and vegetables she ever ate.
Back on the bus, we had a photo stop for all the high rise and historic buildings at Independence Square. Most impressive was the KL Tower.
Returning to the ship, we finished packing and saying farewell to our shipboard friends.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Phuket & Penang
Our next two ports are popular vacation destinations because of the beaches and scenery. The first stop at Phuket, Thailand, started with a lesson in harvesting latex from the rubber trees. This is another labor intensive job that requires workers to start in the wee small hours of the evening placing the drip cans and repeatedly harvesting the white liquid.
This is mixed with a solution and rolled until it looks like an aged rubber bath mat. These mats are then shipped to rubber manufacturers throughout the world (and some of the products are returned for purchase back in Thailand).
We next boarded a boat powered by a motor that looked like a long weed-whacker to tour among the limestone karsts of the national park. We saw “cave” drawings on the walls of a karst and skimmed under a cave, actually a natural arch between two karsts. The park was the setting for two James Bond movies. If you recall The Man with the Golden Gun, this karst is where the solar reflector came out as part of the bad guy's efforts to end the world.
A 120-year-old Muslim Village is mounted on stakes near one of the karsts. We traversed it on raised wooden paths finding restaurants, a school and many stalls of products for locals and tourists.
Next we sailed to Penang, Malaysia, to tour three different and wonderful gardens in one morning. The botanical garden emphasizes indigenous foliage like the cannon ball tree with its football size fruit sprouting bright flowers (we saw only an early season one). Our path through the gardens led to a group of tai chi practitioners, their music making a pleasant accompaniment.. We finally saw monkeys in the wild, a family of long tail monkeys grooming and climbing the trees. We were warned that they are demanding pests who expect food from visitors and sometimes think fingers are food.
Our drive north on the coast took us past fabulous condos with equally fabulous views. This is a popular ex-pat destination for Europeans. The Butterfly Garden was one of the best we have seen, it was like walking through a flittering rainbow. The strangest creatures were the sticks camouflaged as wilting leaves. Our third garden was the most aromatic, a spice garden. Though a smaller spice exporter today, Penang still produces nutmeg and cloves.
Unlike many of the other cities we have visited, George Town, the provincial capital has maintained its many beautiful old colonial buildings. These must be preserved and are expensive to maintain so owners have found a way to keep them in the family and make money. Many have been turned into businesses, like KFC, which is a strange way to follow the rules but works for them.
With our afternoon free, we wanted to see more of George Town, a World Heritage Site. Our transportation was via a tri-shaw pushed and pedaled by a man of indeterminate age with few teeth and who may have weighed 120 pounds. We didn’t know it but he had a plan to avoid really pushing us too far. He took us to the Penang Peranakan Mansion, the two-story home of a Chinese tin merchant, where we spent about an hour accompanied by a personal docent from Burma. The house is filled with hand carved, abalone shell inlaid furniture, including the requisite opium bed.
Among the collections are museum quality china and glass works. The attached temple has carvings depicting heaven and hell as described in Buddhism.
Our next stop was at a small Buddhist temple where we wandered getting a chance to study many of the ritual items up close.
The driver had another temple for us to see but we were out of time and reluctantly had to return to the ship.
This is mixed with a solution and rolled until it looks like an aged rubber bath mat. These mats are then shipped to rubber manufacturers throughout the world (and some of the products are returned for purchase back in Thailand).
We next boarded a boat powered by a motor that looked like a long weed-whacker to tour among the limestone karsts of the national park. We saw “cave” drawings on the walls of a karst and skimmed under a cave, actually a natural arch between two karsts. The park was the setting for two James Bond movies. If you recall The Man with the Golden Gun, this karst is where the solar reflector came out as part of the bad guy's efforts to end the world.
A 120-year-old Muslim Village is mounted on stakes near one of the karsts. We traversed it on raised wooden paths finding restaurants, a school and many stalls of products for locals and tourists.
Next we sailed to Penang, Malaysia, to tour three different and wonderful gardens in one morning. The botanical garden emphasizes indigenous foliage like the cannon ball tree with its football size fruit sprouting bright flowers (we saw only an early season one). Our path through the gardens led to a group of tai chi practitioners, their music making a pleasant accompaniment.. We finally saw monkeys in the wild, a family of long tail monkeys grooming and climbing the trees. We were warned that they are demanding pests who expect food from visitors and sometimes think fingers are food.
Our drive north on the coast took us past fabulous condos with equally fabulous views. This is a popular ex-pat destination for Europeans. The Butterfly Garden was one of the best we have seen, it was like walking through a flittering rainbow. The strangest creatures were the sticks camouflaged as wilting leaves. Our third garden was the most aromatic, a spice garden. Though a smaller spice exporter today, Penang still produces nutmeg and cloves.
Unlike many of the other cities we have visited, George Town, the provincial capital has maintained its many beautiful old colonial buildings. These must be preserved and are expensive to maintain so owners have found a way to keep them in the family and make money. Many have been turned into businesses, like KFC, which is a strange way to follow the rules but works for them.
With our afternoon free, we wanted to see more of George Town, a World Heritage Site. Our transportation was via a tri-shaw pushed and pedaled by a man of indeterminate age with few teeth and who may have weighed 120 pounds. We didn’t know it but he had a plan to avoid really pushing us too far. He took us to the Penang Peranakan Mansion, the two-story home of a Chinese tin merchant, where we spent about an hour accompanied by a personal docent from Burma. The house is filled with hand carved, abalone shell inlaid furniture, including the requisite opium bed.
Among the collections are museum quality china and glass works. The attached temple has carvings depicting heaven and hell as described in Buddhism.
Our next stop was at a small Buddhist temple where we wandered getting a chance to study many of the ritual items up close.
The driver had another temple for us to see but we were out of time and reluctantly had to return to the ship.
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Burma/Myanmar
Before we booked this tour, we were concerned about the three-day stop in Burma/Myanmar because of the sanctions being imposed by most countries against their repressive government. We went to Barnes and Noble to research and read Lonely Planet. Their advice was for each person to decide for themselves either not to go in opposition to the regime or to go and tell what is seen and learned. We chose the latter and, now having been there, are happy with our choice. The following entries, though long, tell first of the culture and traditions of the country and then of life as we learned about it from lectures, public writings and from our guides.
After three days of bumpy seas and rain, we arrived in Yangon (Rangoon). Buddhism dominates the people and the scenic views. Golden temples and red robed monks are everywhere. Each of the temples we visited required climbing many flights of stairs (one had a five-story escalator up, steps down). All visitors must be barefoot to show respect.
We had booked three tours, a half day, a night and an overnight hoping to see and learn all we could. Our first tour In Yangon started with a visit to the 2500-year-old Shwedagon Pagoda both during the day and later at night. That morning, it had been raining and walking on the polished marble floor was extremely slippery. With all the things to see, we had to be very careful not to get distracted and take a misstep. We found both the morning and night visits wonderful opportunities to experience the magnificence of the many golden and jeweled temples surrounding the gold-leafed stupa. Within the stupa are supposed to be three hairs, relics of Buddha (something claimed by most major temples). Topping the tall stupa is a 76-carat diamond and below that are thousands of rubies and emeralds. Jade, the next predominate gem, is used for pillars and on walls. All these gems are donated by followers of Buddhism as ways of seeking favors such as good health, a job, or even to smell good. Another way to make requests is pouring water over a small Buddha. During the day, the pagoda glistens and gleams. At night, its glow can be seen from all over town. On our day and evening visits, we saw only a fraction of the hundreds of rooms, alters, and Buddhas that cover the top of the mountain.
The city center retains some of the look of early 20th century Britain with the courts and city hall in late Victorian style.
Our next stop on the morning tour was the 32-meter-long Reclining Buddha completed in 1907. Originally built by Indian labor, the face was reconstructed in 1966 to a more “Burmese” look. On the soles of his feet is written his history and philosophy.
Sunday morning, we took a delayed Air Bagan flight for an overnight stay in Mandalay. Our first stop was at a monastery school which are the only schools that are free. The classroom has a roof but no walls. The children sit on benches at slab tables. They have minimal books and supplies. Boys and girls are taught separately. They are quite friendly and like to try out their English, which is a standard part of their curriculum. When we arrived, the first graders showed off by singing the English alphabet.
We then took a short walk on the 150-year-old open slat U Bein teak bridge where we were accompanied by a teenage girl and her mother. The girl asked Anna Lee how many languages she spoke. When she responded just one, the girl proudly bragged that she spoke four. If her French and Spanish are as good as her English, she has much to be proud of. The conversation with her was worth the few dollars for a “jade” necklace. Many sellers work at the bridge hawking to tourists.
At the Mahagandayone Monastery we wandered through the many prayer, dining, and sleeping rooms of the 1500 monks. They gather their food in large bowls on treks each morning begging in homes and stores. They eat twice a day, cleanse in an open shower, and pray throughout the grounds. Plaques along the main trail bear the names of donors, including ones from most Western countries. A sign in English gives the “directives” of the ruling regime.
At the silk weaving factory, we watched weavers and heard the loud clatter of the looms.
We took a quick lunch break at the Mandalay Hill Resort, our hotel for the night. The soup and curries were spicy.
The most sacred shrine in Burma, the Buddha of the 1784 Mahamuni Pagoda, has grown from a stone carving into a large gold statue due to the millions of layers of gold leaf applied by devotees as a way of balancing past sins and correcting one’s karma. Men, including Jerry, are allowed to apply pieces of gold leaf to the Buddha. Women are not allowed to touch the Buddha.
The Shwe Nandaw Monastery (Golden) is known for its intricate teak carvings. Although the gold has worn off of the exterior of the building, the interior (which is not lighted) still shines when a flash is used. From there we went to the world’s largest book. The Kuhtodaw Pagoda contains 729 stupas each with a carved stone slab inscribed with Buddha’s teachings (Tipitaka).
Still barefoot from the shrine and book, we hopped into ten- to twenty-year-old doorless jeeps for a fast ride up switchbacks to Mandalay Hill. Rising over 750 feet over the city, this holy hill affords a wonderful view of the city and the sunset. We took an escalator the last few stories to the top but had to walk down.
Back at the hotel, we enjoyed a Burmese dinner while being entertained by a puppet show including a human dancer and a vocal and dance show. Our hotel, aimed at foreign tourists, is a four-star establishment with large grounds containing pools, tennis courts, a fitness center and a large meeting center, and, of course, very nice shops.
After an early breakfast we squeezed in two more sights of Mandalay. With all the Buddhas, gold leaf is in great demand. We watched two men, working in synchrony, pound 720 layers of gold, separated by paper, into gold leaf less that 1/1000 of an inch thick. The process takes hours to complete and is real work. Shrines also require statues and at Stone Carving Road we watched marble and other stone being carved, mostly by hand. The air, trees, and workers are all covered by a haze of white marble dust.
Back in Yangon, we enjoyed a delicious Burmese version of high tea at the old Strand Hotel. Our food was served in a stack of lacquered dishes. We ate chicken and peanut salad (Jerry passed), spring rolls, semolina cake, fried plantains, and mango sorbet.
Upon our return to the ship, we exchanged experiences with fellow travelers who had taken other tours. Each of us felt our tour was the best and all of us were extremely impressed by our too short time in Burma.
We had an outstanding tourist experience but we also had a basic lesson in the political life of Myanmar today. The following, in no particular order, are what we saw and heard about modern Myanmar.
Starting with its name change from Burma, the military regime rules. In the late 1940s, Burma, along with India and the Middle East, achieved independence from Britain.
Burma was well on its way to democracy when the leader, Anj San, was assassinated and the military took over. His daughter, Anj San Suu Kyi, “Our Lady” who won the Nobel Peace Prize, was recently given limited release from house arrest. She is spoken of with reverence by our guides.
The government has public postings of their directives including:
1. Non disintegration of the union
2 Non disintegration of national solidarity
3. Consolidation of national sovereignty.
The directives go on to require all good citizens to “Crush all internal and external destructive elements as the common enemy.” If you are interested, we can send you the entire set of rules but these should give you the flavor.
The capital was abruptly moved from the biggest city of Yangoon (Rangoon) to a remote place. Billions were spent to build a lavish new city that few people can get to.
A year ago the flag design was changed overnight.
Universities that used to be in the cities have been moved out of town and are difficult to reach. The curriculum has been changed, minimizing science and medicine.
If a person is ill, he/she must purchase medicine at a pharmacy and bring it to the hospital. The government provides no medical assistance. The life span for men is about 50, women 60.
Traffic is a nightmare. Drivers of motorbikes, bicycles, and carts risk their lives vying with trucks and buses, most of which are twenty to forty years old. In a frightening number of cases, parents and two small children wove their motorbikes or bicycles through traffic almost touching our bus.
To get gasoline at government run stations, small trucks and motorcycles line up by the hundreds to wait in line most of the day to buy two gallons. Wine and beer bottles filled with gasoline are sold from stalls along the road way at a substantially increased black market price.
City roads are paved, country ones are dirt. Road repair and some construction is done by hand with men and women packing cement and gravel to fill holes.
We saw little in the way of heavy equipment doing work.
China is a dominant force. Mandalay, the culture heart of Burma, is increasing a Chinese city.
Electricity is shipped to China, limiting the locals to a random four hours a day.
Much of the agricultural industry is owned by the Chinese and shipped to China but there is plenty of beautiful products at affordable prices at stalls along the roads and in towns.
We heard from a traveler who had been here ten years ago that then the people looked grim. We found warm smiles and friendly greetings. Many people could speak some English. Parents were eager to have their children’s photos taken.
While we have enjoyed beautiful blue seas, Burma’s seas are brown.
Dogs and some cats wander everywhere especially temples but do not come up to people. We found this true on many of our previous stops, too.
Immigration has been used to issue one-way passports, out but no return. Now citizens can return home but millions have left for Thailand, Malaysia and other neighboring countries.
After three days of bumpy seas and rain, we arrived in Yangon (Rangoon). Buddhism dominates the people and the scenic views. Golden temples and red robed monks are everywhere. Each of the temples we visited required climbing many flights of stairs (one had a five-story escalator up, steps down). All visitors must be barefoot to show respect.
We had booked three tours, a half day, a night and an overnight hoping to see and learn all we could. Our first tour In Yangon started with a visit to the 2500-year-old Shwedagon Pagoda both during the day and later at night. That morning, it had been raining and walking on the polished marble floor was extremely slippery. With all the things to see, we had to be very careful not to get distracted and take a misstep. We found both the morning and night visits wonderful opportunities to experience the magnificence of the many golden and jeweled temples surrounding the gold-leafed stupa. Within the stupa are supposed to be three hairs, relics of Buddha (something claimed by most major temples). Topping the tall stupa is a 76-carat diamond and below that are thousands of rubies and emeralds. Jade, the next predominate gem, is used for pillars and on walls. All these gems are donated by followers of Buddhism as ways of seeking favors such as good health, a job, or even to smell good. Another way to make requests is pouring water over a small Buddha. During the day, the pagoda glistens and gleams. At night, its glow can be seen from all over town. On our day and evening visits, we saw only a fraction of the hundreds of rooms, alters, and Buddhas that cover the top of the mountain.
The city center retains some of the look of early 20th century Britain with the courts and city hall in late Victorian style.
Our next stop on the morning tour was the 32-meter-long Reclining Buddha completed in 1907. Originally built by Indian labor, the face was reconstructed in 1966 to a more “Burmese” look. On the soles of his feet is written his history and philosophy.
Sunday morning, we took a delayed Air Bagan flight for an overnight stay in Mandalay. Our first stop was at a monastery school which are the only schools that are free. The classroom has a roof but no walls. The children sit on benches at slab tables. They have minimal books and supplies. Boys and girls are taught separately. They are quite friendly and like to try out their English, which is a standard part of their curriculum. When we arrived, the first graders showed off by singing the English alphabet.
We then took a short walk on the 150-year-old open slat U Bein teak bridge where we were accompanied by a teenage girl and her mother. The girl asked Anna Lee how many languages she spoke. When she responded just one, the girl proudly bragged that she spoke four. If her French and Spanish are as good as her English, she has much to be proud of. The conversation with her was worth the few dollars for a “jade” necklace. Many sellers work at the bridge hawking to tourists.
At the Mahagandayone Monastery we wandered through the many prayer, dining, and sleeping rooms of the 1500 monks. They gather their food in large bowls on treks each morning begging in homes and stores. They eat twice a day, cleanse in an open shower, and pray throughout the grounds. Plaques along the main trail bear the names of donors, including ones from most Western countries. A sign in English gives the “directives” of the ruling regime.
At the silk weaving factory, we watched weavers and heard the loud clatter of the looms.
We took a quick lunch break at the Mandalay Hill Resort, our hotel for the night. The soup and curries were spicy.
The most sacred shrine in Burma, the Buddha of the 1784 Mahamuni Pagoda, has grown from a stone carving into a large gold statue due to the millions of layers of gold leaf applied by devotees as a way of balancing past sins and correcting one’s karma. Men, including Jerry, are allowed to apply pieces of gold leaf to the Buddha. Women are not allowed to touch the Buddha.
The Shwe Nandaw Monastery (Golden) is known for its intricate teak carvings. Although the gold has worn off of the exterior of the building, the interior (which is not lighted) still shines when a flash is used. From there we went to the world’s largest book. The Kuhtodaw Pagoda contains 729 stupas each with a carved stone slab inscribed with Buddha’s teachings (Tipitaka).
Still barefoot from the shrine and book, we hopped into ten- to twenty-year-old doorless jeeps for a fast ride up switchbacks to Mandalay Hill. Rising over 750 feet over the city, this holy hill affords a wonderful view of the city and the sunset. We took an escalator the last few stories to the top but had to walk down.
Back at the hotel, we enjoyed a Burmese dinner while being entertained by a puppet show including a human dancer and a vocal and dance show. Our hotel, aimed at foreign tourists, is a four-star establishment with large grounds containing pools, tennis courts, a fitness center and a large meeting center, and, of course, very nice shops.
After an early breakfast we squeezed in two more sights of Mandalay. With all the Buddhas, gold leaf is in great demand. We watched two men, working in synchrony, pound 720 layers of gold, separated by paper, into gold leaf less that 1/1000 of an inch thick. The process takes hours to complete and is real work. Shrines also require statues and at Stone Carving Road we watched marble and other stone being carved, mostly by hand. The air, trees, and workers are all covered by a haze of white marble dust.
Back in Yangon, we enjoyed a delicious Burmese version of high tea at the old Strand Hotel. Our food was served in a stack of lacquered dishes. We ate chicken and peanut salad (Jerry passed), spring rolls, semolina cake, fried plantains, and mango sorbet.
Upon our return to the ship, we exchanged experiences with fellow travelers who had taken other tours. Each of us felt our tour was the best and all of us were extremely impressed by our too short time in Burma.
We had an outstanding tourist experience but we also had a basic lesson in the political life of Myanmar today. The following, in no particular order, are what we saw and heard about modern Myanmar.
Starting with its name change from Burma, the military regime rules. In the late 1940s, Burma, along with India and the Middle East, achieved independence from Britain.
Burma was well on its way to democracy when the leader, Anj San, was assassinated and the military took over. His daughter, Anj San Suu Kyi, “Our Lady” who won the Nobel Peace Prize, was recently given limited release from house arrest. She is spoken of with reverence by our guides.
The government has public postings of their directives including:
1. Non disintegration of the union
2 Non disintegration of national solidarity
3. Consolidation of national sovereignty.
The directives go on to require all good citizens to “Crush all internal and external destructive elements as the common enemy.” If you are interested, we can send you the entire set of rules but these should give you the flavor.
The capital was abruptly moved from the biggest city of Yangoon (Rangoon) to a remote place. Billions were spent to build a lavish new city that few people can get to.
A year ago the flag design was changed overnight.
Universities that used to be in the cities have been moved out of town and are difficult to reach. The curriculum has been changed, minimizing science and medicine.
If a person is ill, he/she must purchase medicine at a pharmacy and bring it to the hospital. The government provides no medical assistance. The life span for men is about 50, women 60.
Traffic is a nightmare. Drivers of motorbikes, bicycles, and carts risk their lives vying with trucks and buses, most of which are twenty to forty years old. In a frightening number of cases, parents and two small children wove their motorbikes or bicycles through traffic almost touching our bus.
To get gasoline at government run stations, small trucks and motorcycles line up by the hundreds to wait in line most of the day to buy two gallons. Wine and beer bottles filled with gasoline are sold from stalls along the road way at a substantially increased black market price.
City roads are paved, country ones are dirt. Road repair and some construction is done by hand with men and women packing cement and gravel to fill holes.
We saw little in the way of heavy equipment doing work.
China is a dominant force. Mandalay, the culture heart of Burma, is increasing a Chinese city.
Electricity is shipped to China, limiting the locals to a random four hours a day.
Much of the agricultural industry is owned by the Chinese and shipped to China but there is plenty of beautiful products at affordable prices at stalls along the roads and in towns.
We heard from a traveler who had been here ten years ago that then the people looked grim. We found warm smiles and friendly greetings. Many people could speak some English. Parents were eager to have their children’s photos taken.
While we have enjoyed beautiful blue seas, Burma’s seas are brown.
Dogs and some cats wander everywhere especially temples but do not come up to people. We found this true on many of our previous stops, too.
Immigration has been used to issue one-way passports, out but no return. Now citizens can return home but millions have left for Thailand, Malaysia and other neighboring countries.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Colombo, Sri Lanka
Colombo is the densely populated economic capital of Sri Lanka (formerly Ceylon), an ancient land that combines Buddhist, Hindu and Moslem cultures. Traffic is horrific as bikes, cars, trucks, buses and three-wheel taxis vie to create and erase lanes along the narrow roads. Buildings, as has been true in most of the places we have visited, are constructed of cement and iron siding with stores and homes intertwined.
Our first stop was the peaceful Kelaniya Buddhist Temple with its main temple, stupa, and holy ficus tree. The temple walls are painted with the journeys of Buddha. Reclining and posed Buddha statues are set throughout the temple and the adjacent grounds.
After removing our shoes, we walked the clean gravel and stone grounds where monks, people in everyday dress and families (only one or two children) worship. Fire, incense, fruit and flower offerings are presented at various altars. Many dogs lay out on the grounds ignoring all who went by.
Colombo is divided into numerical districts, parts of which are World Heritage Sites. We stopped at the Independence Square and passed by historic government buildings. The National History Museum was previously the home of a colonial governor. We needed more time to study and view the ancient and medieval collection. One small room was dedicated to explaining evolution.
After a lavish buffet lunch served with a nice local Lion’s Ale at the four-star Cinnamon Grande, we drove passed Beira Lake where Buddhist monks are ordained. Our next religious stop was a Hindu Temple. While bare-chested men performed rituals with incense and fire, women sat on the floor preparing floral and fruit offerings. As we walked around, a loud drumming and clanging filled the air. In a corner, a mechanical instrument created this somewhat cacophonous sound. Then two monks parted a curtain revealing gilded metal statues. We were unable to get an explanation for the ceremony, instead we were hustled by a uniformed man demanding payment for photos and tips for letting us in.
Our last religious site was the old Dutch Reformed Church where pews perch on graves.
While not a religious visit, we also stopped at a corner liquor stand so some from our tour could purchase local alcohols. Our report on the Strong Lion Beer will come later.
Our first stop was the peaceful Kelaniya Buddhist Temple with its main temple, stupa, and holy ficus tree. The temple walls are painted with the journeys of Buddha. Reclining and posed Buddha statues are set throughout the temple and the adjacent grounds.
After removing our shoes, we walked the clean gravel and stone grounds where monks, people in everyday dress and families (only one or two children) worship. Fire, incense, fruit and flower offerings are presented at various altars. Many dogs lay out on the grounds ignoring all who went by.
Colombo is divided into numerical districts, parts of which are World Heritage Sites. We stopped at the Independence Square and passed by historic government buildings. The National History Museum was previously the home of a colonial governor. We needed more time to study and view the ancient and medieval collection. One small room was dedicated to explaining evolution.
After a lavish buffet lunch served with a nice local Lion’s Ale at the four-star Cinnamon Grande, we drove passed Beira Lake where Buddhist monks are ordained. Our next religious stop was a Hindu Temple. While bare-chested men performed rituals with incense and fire, women sat on the floor preparing floral and fruit offerings. As we walked around, a loud drumming and clanging filled the air. In a corner, a mechanical instrument created this somewhat cacophonous sound. Then two monks parted a curtain revealing gilded metal statues. We were unable to get an explanation for the ceremony, instead we were hustled by a uniformed man demanding payment for photos and tips for letting us in.
Our last religious site was the old Dutch Reformed Church where pews perch on graves.
While not a religious visit, we also stopped at a corner liquor stand so some from our tour could purchase local alcohols. Our report on the Strong Lion Beer will come later.
Sunday, 2 January 2011
The Maldives
We have left the influence of Europe for lands that are Asian and Islam in culture. Though the Portugese settled the Maldives, today the country is predominantly moderate Moslem with some Indian and other Asian residents. There are many more men on the streets than women though few women wear a full burkah.
The scooter is the major means of transportation in the main city of Male and crossing a street is life threatening. While most riders are male, we did see some women also driving. The markets are filled with local produce, much of it strange to us including the scrolpine fruit pictured below. The fish market bustles with fresh catch, some still twitching. All the markets are clean and have minimal odor.
We visited the Grand Friday Mosque as well as the Moslem Cemetery where the Sultan who converted the islands from Buddhism to Islam is buried. The year-old National Museum has ancient and medieval artifacts and a collection of Qurans that have beautiful calligraphy and gilding and some that are so small they require a magnifying glass to read. Walking the maze of streets is harrowing because of the traffic but quite safe in terms of the people.
We have not yet gone into the water to sea the beautiful coral life so we hopped aboard a submarine. Hopped is the operative word. We went from tender to boat to platform to submarine, all of which were rocking side to side and bouncing up and down. Then we went down 100 feet to the sea floor and a coral reef where we enjoyed looking at tetras, zebrafish, tuna, parrotfish and more. The whole adventure was worth a few little bruises.
Our second day was spent on a walking tour of Male with a local guide. We visited the produce and the fish market that we had wandered through on our own on the first day then, after the tour, we set off on our own to look at the town. Jerry wanted a picture of a woman, in a burkah, driving a motorbike and talking on a cell phone. Sure enough, Anna Lee got one. Quite a contrast. Anna Lee had to wander into a couple of book stores were she was amazed at the variety of children’s books, both in Arabic and in English. The stores carried a lot of western books including Harry Potter which appears to be very popular here. Back on board we were able to hear the Moslem call to worship which is done by a real mezzuzin.
The scooter is the major means of transportation in the main city of Male and crossing a street is life threatening. While most riders are male, we did see some women also driving. The markets are filled with local produce, much of it strange to us including the scrolpine fruit pictured below. The fish market bustles with fresh catch, some still twitching. All the markets are clean and have minimal odor.
We visited the Grand Friday Mosque as well as the Moslem Cemetery where the Sultan who converted the islands from Buddhism to Islam is buried. The year-old National Museum has ancient and medieval artifacts and a collection of Qurans that have beautiful calligraphy and gilding and some that are so small they require a magnifying glass to read. Walking the maze of streets is harrowing because of the traffic but quite safe in terms of the people.
We have not yet gone into the water to sea the beautiful coral life so we hopped aboard a submarine. Hopped is the operative word. We went from tender to boat to platform to submarine, all of which were rocking side to side and bouncing up and down. Then we went down 100 feet to the sea floor and a coral reef where we enjoyed looking at tetras, zebrafish, tuna, parrotfish and more. The whole adventure was worth a few little bruises.
Our second day was spent on a walking tour of Male with a local guide. We visited the produce and the fish market that we had wandered through on our own on the first day then, after the tour, we set off on our own to look at the town. Jerry wanted a picture of a woman, in a burkah, driving a motorbike and talking on a cell phone. Sure enough, Anna Lee got one. Quite a contrast. Anna Lee had to wander into a couple of book stores were she was amazed at the variety of children’s books, both in Arabic and in English. The stores carried a lot of western books including Harry Potter which appears to be very popular here. Back on board we were able to hear the Moslem call to worship which is done by a real mezzuzin.
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