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Go to the saleyards!

If you’re spending a few days in country Australia and want something to do that is uniquely rural Australian and won’t cost you anything, find out if the town has livestock sale-yards and which days they operate then head on down for an interesting few hours.

We recently visited the Dalby cattle sales, held on Wednesdays at the saleyards just to the north of the town and just off the Warrego Highway as you exit on the way to Chinchilla. The highway runs out from the edge of Brisbane, the capital of Queensland State, pretty much straight out west past Toowoomba through other communities with equally interesting names including Wallumbilla, Muckadilla, Mungallala and on to Charleville, a distance of over 700 kilometres. Dalby is about 100km past Toowoomba and 200km from Brisbane.

The day actually starts on Tuesday afternoon when the stock arrive, brought in by road train – multiple trailers, usually two but sometimes three, pulled by one head. The cattle are put in pens where they are allocated Lot numbers by which they will be sold on Wednesday.

Come Wednesday morning, the yards are a hive of activity very early as buyers and sellers watch the proceedings anxiously, the buyers hoping for a good price and the sellers hoping to cover their costs with a tidy profit. Some of the buyers will be agents for feedlots buying for fattening, others will be looking for breeders. The saddest pens hold the drought affected stock, not as many this particular day as in times of widespread drought where it may not have rained for many months or even years. As we wandered around the walkways up above the pens, we met and chatted with some of the owners who told us a little about their properties and cattle. I cannot have anything but admiration for the love of the land and their stock displayed by these tenacious people, both men and women.

No-one spoke to the auctioneer. He was busy running the show – rapid fire patter, sale and then recording by his offsiders and off to the next pen. We had a friendly wave from the staff on horses, mostly women, guiding the sold cattle off to the weighing station and then to holding pens for loading on to their trucks. We chatted briefly with the staff in the weighing station, a very efficient system of ‘In gate up, stock in’ weigh the Lot as one, then at the other side ‘Out gate up, stock out’.

The holding pen staff were very happy to chat in between opening and closing the correct gates and thrilled to pose for photos.

Needless to say, we didn’t get much conversation from any of the cattle. The stood mostly quietly in their pens. They had water to drink and there is a high roof providing ventilation and shade. Though there were some milkers, most of the cattle were beef cattle, of various breeds and ages.

If you have children, this is a great way to let them get up close to such animals, something lots of children from urban homes would never see. And not too bad an experience for mum and dad either!

Hungry in Taipei?

Before we left for Taipei for an eight day visit, we received lots of advice about places to eat. Night markets, Japanese food, yam foods of all kinds from yam balls to ice cream. We knew that a breakfast staple is soya bean milk and Eu Tiow (Eu Char Koay) so that was the first thing we asked about when we checked in to our hotel. I was very pleased to hear that there was a good place just down the road and the offerings certainly lived up to expectations. The shop was open every day and after checking out the other nearby morning food offerings on day three, it was determined that we would return to the ‘Four Seas Soya Bean Milk King’ for breakfast for the rest of our stay.

We tried pretty much all they had on offer, I specially enjoyed the slightly salty Tau Hu Huey with pieces of Eu Char Koay (Oil fried cakes?) on top. They also sell the ECK wrapped in either an omelette or a many times folded pastry which is cooked on a flat plate at the front of the shop. Their dumplings are also pretty good and after a couple of days we started to see familiar faces of other breakfasters, even sharing a table with one of them and having a good chat like old friends. 

The night markets are a must visit for dinner. We stopped by the local one, two blocks from our hotel most nights, enjoying such wonderful offerings as ‘small intestine in big intestine’ which is really a grilled meat sausage inside a ‘hot dog’ made of rice in a sausage wrapping. It was very tasty but we were glad we shared one because it was big and that gave us space for a bowl of tripe soup, just like grandma used to make, hot and peppery. We also managed to squeeze in a shared cup of avocado milk made with slices off one of the biggest avocados we’ve seen, bigger even that the ones we bought in Yangon. Other nights we enjoyed teppanyaki, crumbed chicken fillet, stewed pork knuckle and oyster omelette (similar to what we know, but served with a slightly sweet sauce). The cook was the best part, all in yellow, right to his glasses.
After discovering the avocado milk (really a smoothie) we tested many stalls for this as well as papaya milk, equally delicious and refreshing.

The Night Markets are amazing. The ones we’re familiar with in Malaysia are also great in their own way, but they are generally only in a particular location once a week and sell mostly fruit & veges, chicken, fish and other cooking needs as well as general household items and clothes. The ones we visited in and around Taipei were a daily affair, mostly food, with a wide variety, generally not more that two stalls selling the same type of food. We found them to be pretty clean and there were plenty of rubbish bins and here and there we saw sinks which I guess we could use if we needed to.

When we visited Tamsui night market after our visit to the hot springs at Xinbeitou, we found a stall making and selling sesame and peanut candies. Testing convinced us we needed a few bags so we went home with those. More testing was required and after quickly deciding we had sufficient space in our luggage, we decided to keep our eyes open for more. We found another branch in the Jilin Old Street making slightly different types so despite the rain pouring down, more packets went into our bags. Jiufen was a wonderful place to eat. If we ever go back to Taiwan, we’ve resolved to stay at least overnight and explore more fully. The old street was really fascinating and we filled our tummies with tea eggs, yam filled puffs and yam ice cream spring rolls. Delicious.

Of course, every good eating and walking about holiday needs fruit and we were happy to discover that persimmons, white nectarines and really good grapes were in season. We weren’t lacking for fruit to balance all the naughty foods at all. Dropping in at the Tourist Information Centre was useful too, because we found a great little walkabout map of Taipei old area, just south of the railway line near the Main Station. There are lots of eating places marked but we found some that weren’t, including a little hole in the wall shop selling the best peppery pork buns. Cooked on site in a round oven similar to a tandoor, they are light, crispy and delicious. Just perfect to fill the cracks as you walk. They even have a couple of stools so you can sit and ‘eat and go’ rather than ‘eat as you go’.

This is certainly not an exhaustive list of what we ate, but perhaps the stand-outs for us. Taipei is certainly a food paradise as far as we are concerned!


Hungry in Penang?

I wouldn’t, like some I know, travel hundreds of km just to eat a famous dish for lunch. However, I do like to eat what’s available and tasty, so I love going to Penang. We’ve been there many times over the years, with and without kids in tow and there are some places we just keep returning to. Gurney Drive in the evenings, for the great variety of Penang and generally Malaysian, specialties is a favourite. Batu Feringgi has a number of great hawker centres and we visit these if we stay at the beach or drive up. The assam laksa at Ayer Itam market is one of the best we’ve eaten. The best way to find it is catch the bus from Komtar and get off near the market. Walk round the corner and it’s right there. After you’ve had your fill, you’ll have energy for the walk up to Kek Lok Si temple just nearby.

On our most recent trip earlier in October, we had time to wander the streets admiring the restored buildings and identifying places to eat. The nyonya restaurant on Jln Pantai caught our collective eye and we headed back there for lunch. The Inche Kabin was excellent and the kangkong belacan would be hard to fault. Matched with stewed pork leg, which was not bad, though we were comparing it with what grandma used to make and a pretty decent tripe soup, out meal was eaten with rice. We washed everything down with nutmeg drink which is definitely worth going back for. The other stand out was the most excellent pastry shop Ming Xiang Tai, we found along Armenian Street, a branch of the main shop on Burma Rd. The pastries don’t come cheap, but they are excellent and we went back for boxes to take home before we left. The fillings are all fresh and they have savoury and sweet. Pineapple is always a favourite and this one was just right, not sickly sweet but my favourite was the coconut pastry. They have bite sizes and larger ones, all made on the premises, though I think the staff get a bit fed up with having their photos taken.

There are two chendol stalls along Lebuh Keng Kwee, just off Penang Road, south of the Police station. As you go in the one on the left is reputedly the one favoured by locals, though the tourists usually go to the one opposite. We went with the locals and weren’t disappointed. Our ‘green worms’ were just the right consistency and the santan and gula melaka were in just the right proportions. There are so many great places to eat in Penang and a short note like this can’t do justice to even a few of the many we’ve tried over the years. We’re happy to use any excuse for a quick trip to wander about, seeing how the city is changing so quickly now the buildings are being restored and finding new places to eat each time we go. Long may it continue.

Living with Cats

Our first puss, the esteemed Teddy, came into our family by subterfuge. Daddy said “NO cats”, so it was necessary to give the cat to mummy for her birthday. How could daddy turf him out then?

Of course, Teddy did the right thing, he jumped straight up on daddy’s lap and looked deep into his eyes and his place in our home was assured for the next eighteen years. Teddy ruled with an iron paw. No invasion went un-rebuffed and he was a regular at the vet with abscesses from the bites of other cats. Only one thing truly terrified him. Kittens. Which is how Kitty Cockroach managed to come to stay. Sadly he disappeared in December 2002, but he paved the way for Miss Mouse who arrived earlier that year and refused to leave. She is now the senior puss in the house, but true to her name, seldom throws her weight around. So for a while we had three cats in the house, all gingerly waltzing around each other and all much loved. Over the years since, the number seems never to have diminished, but grown.

Jamdrop was a gorgeous yellow kitten who was with us only three weeks before he had a nasty run-in with stray dogs and now rests peacefully under the large fan palm in the corner of the garden. Mozzie was a beautiful grey and white tabby with blue eyes who found his way home from at least 2km away, over busy roads, drains and past stray dogs. Sadly he met an early end, maybe kidney failure or perhaps a snake bite, but he rests beside Teddy under the layer tree.

Teddy approved the residence of Miss Duster, a beautiful calico kitten with a fluffy duster tail. He was very frail, but she was kind to him and he said OK, she could stay. She still prances around being the diva and keeps her tail beautifully. Miss Yellow sort of grew into that name because she was the neighbours cat, but she didn’t leave when they did. When it was clear she was always in our place she went to the vet for ‘the snip’, and we discovered she’d already been done. After she was opened up. Poor girl. She always stays outside, unless it looks like a storm, then she’s in and behind the TV before you can say anything. Afterwards, she heads straight back out again. Charlie (with his Charlie Chaplin moustache) has at least two families we think. He just marched in one day and said ‘I’m home’ and comes and goes as he pleases. He’s one of the most non aggressive cats I’ve ever seen, though he keeps his spirits up by annoying the girls. He’s all bluff and bluster. (A minor update – he’s not ALL bluff and bluster, just most of the time. He bit me because he was cross at Miss Duster and I was closer. That needed a course of antibiotics for a badly swollen arm. :-()

Perhaps even less aggressive is Kitty (Chow Kit, where he nearly ended up at the market). He is beautifully unmarked, simply by ensuring he watches, never gets involved, in any fight. A loving grey and white tabby with a huge purr, we couldn’t possibly send him away. Counting… … Miss Mouse (1) Miss Duster (2) Miss Yellow (3) Charlie (4) Kitty (5). The confirmed cat refuser said OK to all of them and even makes sure they are all fed before they go out for the night. 🙂

Somewhere around the time Kitty arrived, we started getting visits by two rather grubby looking tom cats. One decided he would look after us and was here more than he wasn’t. The other chap was a vicious, nasty piece of work who would attack the defender, before we shipped him off to live elsewhere. Mister Yellow/Scarface would fight back with great enthusiasm though sadly he fought with the outside of his head, not the brain inside which earned him the name Scarface. He was a mess, often suffering from abscesses, with horrible open wounds mostly round his head and neck and sometimes limping. But he was smart enough to never attack any of the permanent residents so we didn’t have the heart to chase him away. He got his own bowl too and his regular food. As we couldn’t treat him for his wounds because he was pretty feral and not always around, we didn’t think he’d last long, but he did. He was here for nearly two years before he became thinner and thinner and just disappeared one day about a month ago.

So. Five cats. Enough. No. Somehow word has got around and in marched Miss Puss (she’s not ours, we aren’t giving her a name. No we are not.). Pregnant and looking like she belongs to someone. She’s a lovely natured puss and well kept, knows what cat biscuits and canned food are all about. The kittens are due in a couple of weeks and I don’t think I’m going to have much luck finding her family, though I’m sort of trying.

So any takers for a kitten or two or three in about 2-3 months time. Please.

Cicak Beware!

To any gecko contemplating a stroll across our floor or the lower part of a wall in our house, beware of jumping kitties out to supplement their already generous eating plans.

Daily Life, Myanmar



The thing I like best about travelling independently is having the freedom to adjust things as we go along. Of course, there are some constraints imposed by time, it would be lovely to be able to go somewhere and just wander until I’ve done everything, but like most other people, I have neither the resources nor the freedom to do that. So given what is available to me and my travelling companions, we try to see as much as we can by being travellers, rather than tourists. We eat in local food stalls and cafes, we talk to the people we meet in shops, in the markets and on the streets and we walk, catch trains and trishaws, tuk-tuks and so on. So far, we’ve never had any dreadful experiences and apart from a couple of unwise eating choices, have generally had no major tummy upsets. We were a bit concerned about going to Myanmar, since there’s not a lot of information available, but sites like Trip Advisor, The Man in seat 61 and other similar sites are sharing more and more information about what used to be a big unknown. We found the people to be pretty much like us, the country is a melting pot of people from all over, with all the major religions well represented as well. We didn’t go to Myanmar for any political reason and that didn’t keep us away earlier, but we were very interested to see photos of Aung San Suu Kyi widely in display in shops and on the street.  The general cleanliness and maintenance of infrastructure of the cities, particularly Yangon and Mandalay, isn’t wonderful, but that could be partly attributed to the fact that it’s the dry season and very dusty. With the new interest in the country lots of foreigners are going in looking for ‘opportunities’.

railway side market, Yangon

railway side market, Yangon

Hopefully the old buildings will be refurbished rather than replaced and it would be a blessing if the waterfront along the river could be renewed, there are currently lots of rather ugly godowns taking up the space which could be beautiful boardwalks and parks.
Life is obviously pretty tough for a large proportion of the population and there is a clear division between rich and poor. Yangon is much larger than we expected and is really a collection of townships which are sort of merged together, with the centre of the city more or less around the Sule Pagoda, south of the railway line. Some of the highlights and observations that made impressions on me – the huge avocados for sale. They were good too and we brought three home with us.

watering the fields, Yangon

watering the fields, Yangon

The turf growers along the railway lines. I was particularly intrigued by the watering cans – a pair of 4 gallon drums with a spout attached which had holed drilled into it. Slung across the shoulders, the water-er could water double the space within the same time. We watched farmers ploughing, planting, harvesting and winnowing rice at various locations and we saw the toddy palms with their ladders to the tops which grow around the edges of the rice fields. Because we were a bit late leaving our hotel in the morning we were to depart from Bagan, we were lucky to find ourselves in the middle of a celebration – the young boys going off a monks. A little bit of serendipity.

Festival in Bagan

Festival in Bagan

We were equally interested in the hawkers along the roads as we wandered about. They looked very familiar, though selling slightly different things. There were sugar cane juice sellers, people selling all sorts of kueh (cakes) and people sitting on small stools dipping meat on sticks into bowls of steaming broth. There were a few people selling Eu-char-koay, but they were selling it with curry, though we didn’t try it because the roads were very dusty. One thing we saw in a number of locations was someone with small birds in a basket. They were obviously selling the birds for release, but they also sold corn for you to feed the many pigeons flying about.

Public telephone, Yangon

Public telephone, Yangon

We knew before we arrived that our phones would be useless for calling, though we had internet, not brilliant, but it worked, in all the hotels. Some of the cafes had it available as well, so we were able to stay in touch. It was quite nice to be ‘cut off’, sort of, for a week or so. Because mobile or public phones are so non-existent in Mynmar, the locals have come up with an innovative response using land lines. Here and there around the city, you will see a few regular house phones set up on small tables (or sometimes in a booth, with advertising!) where you can go to book your calls. They probably won’t be needed for too much longer, progress will come fast, including in the provision of the communications systems.


Getting about in Myanmar

trishaws in Yangon

trishaws in Yangon

Getting from place to place in Myanmar is not really that difficult, but it does require some tenacity and a large pinch of faith. This is because finding out information before arriving in the country is a challenge, there are no official websites apart from the ones belonging to the airlines. We quickly crossed off the airlines, flights were plentiful but expensive. Fortunately, unlike our flight in Laos when we returned to Vientiane from Luang Prabang by air to avoid 12 house cramped in a minivan, we would be covering new ground and could catch trains. Assuming, that is, that they would be running when we wanted them to. The ‘man in seat 61’ had the most up to date information available about long distance trains, buses and ferries, but even he had a rider to say things might have changed. Upon landing at the new and modern airport, first order of business was to change currency. This took some time, so I made it my job to identify the best way into the city and our hotel. That was easy, they have a coupon system (pay in Kyat though, it’s cheaper) so we set off with our taxi driver through the rush hour traffic. Yangon is much larger than we expected and it took us nearly an hour to get into central Yangon, though we did see quite a few back streets as we went along a few ‘shortcuts’. Our taxi driver was a very chatty fellow and explained to us that they do drive on the right, despite his taxi being a right hand drive vehicle. Apparently left had drives are much more expensive and it is cheaper to import second hand right hand drive cars from Japan. The country used to drive on the right until the seventies, when the government decided that it would be good to change.

Yangon bus

Yangon bus

Some of the buses still hark from that era, though most of them have been modified so you don’t jump out the wrong side into the traffic. The buses! We didn’t catch any, but we did watch fascinated as the conductors spruiked fares at the bus stop along from our hotel. They jump off and try to get passengers at every opportunity or traffic light, or at least it looked that way. One thing we did notice too, was the lack of motor cycles. There weren’t even a lot in evidence anywhere in the country, but apparently they are banned in Yangon. We weren’t too sorry, it makes the roads a bit quieter and easier to negotiate than in most Asian cities.  I would do it again, especially as they did run when we wanted them to, overnight, thus saving a night in a hotel.

On the Ayerwaddy River, sand dredge

On the Ayerwaddy River, sand dredge

The highlight of our moving between places would have to be the ferry ride down the Ayerwaddy (Irrawaddy) River. You can see from the high banks what the difference in water level is between the wet and dry seasons. Travelling in the dry season shows just how much the sandy nature of the region affects the course of the river. The most important accessories for the captains of the boats are a pair of binoculars and a pair of depth sticks. As we moved down the river we saw at different points, men on the fronts of the boats using their long sticks to check if it was deep enough. We passed one unfortunate vessel firmly stuck and getting some assistance. We were also briefly bogged, but furious ‘backpedalling’ got us out and on our way quickly. Sand mining and dredging could be seen at many locations. There were clearly big operations with lorries ready to take the sand away, and some smaller single boat operations. Along the way we noticed water collection / treatment points, with pumping stations and large pipes taking water away. We passed many large barges carrying logs. Big logs. Probably teak. I felt mixed emotions seeing those going by, especially as there were quite a few of them. There were only two points where roads / railways crossed the river, the Inwa bridge near Sagaeng with two bridges for road and rail and another, closer to Bagan, which doesn’t seem to have a name that I could find.

Bagan, horse cart

Bagan, horse cart

When in Bagan, we decided to try the horse-cart option of travelling round the pagodas. You can get a taxi for the day (nice and clean and probably quicker) or hire a bicycle (slow) and you need more than one day to see everything you may want, because you need to find each location. If we’d had a week, I think we’d have tried the bicycles at least once or twice, but it was good to have someone who could take us between the main pagodas in relative comfort and tell us a bit about each one on the way. It did mean we couldn’t visit some of the pagodas further away, but we were happy with our selection although it would be good to have the opportunity to return for a longer visit in future.

where old cars go to die, Yangon

where old cars go to die, Yangon

If you don’t have the pleasure of a train journey from Bagan to Yangon, it would be a worthwhile exercise to take a trip on the Circular route in Yangon. Most of the stations are along the Yangon-Bagan line before the line loops round to the East, above the lakes and down the eastern side. As we were passing all the stations on the western leg on our way in, we were treated to the morning markets set up on the platforms and nearby as well as daily life passing by. One jaw dropper was the car graveyard. It looked like every old car in the whole country was piled here. It went on for hundreds of metres with vehicles piled maybe ten or more high. Junkyard Central!
Our favoured method of travel in Yangon was shanks’s pony. Always handy, needs exercising and can be taken down one-way streets or jumped across drains or up over footbridges. Also free. Just needs to be fed every now and then and watered regularly. This is one reason we looked for a hotel in Central Yangon. It was close to everything and we were able to walk easily to the Bogyoke Aung San market in one direction and to the Pansodan Jetty in the other. We could stop when we wanted to for a rest or a bit more investigation and wrong turns threw up some unexpected sights. Like the little community along the back road on the way to the museum and the rows of rubber stamp sellers behind Sule Pagoda Road. We decided to give the very overcrowded river ferry a miss, especially as we were there when everyone was trying to go home at the end of the day. For a parting shot, the taxi drivers are like taxi drivers pretty much everywhere, some love to chat and are happy to make little detours. On the way to the airport, our driver was more than happy to take us past Aung San Suu Kyi’s home. He even stopped so we could peep through the small window in the big gate. You can’t see much, because the whole compound is now hidden behind a massive wall. However, it was a nice way to round up our trip to Myanmar.


Myanmar – Pagodas by the score

pagoda-4358Many years ago we visited Thailand and were ‘templed out’ after a couple of days. I think because they were all very similar, all very busy and apart from one we visited in Chiangmai, they didn’t really seem to have much to differentiate them from any of the others. There was enough variety in the temples of Laos and Vietnam to keep us interested and Angkor is, well, Angkor. You really appreciate just how magnificent Angkor must have been in its golden age only after you visit Myanmar. You can imagine what the temples would have been like with their roofs and stucco, their gold leaf, jewels and frescoes. There are differences of course, the shapes are different for a start and the temples in Myanmar all look like they had an ice cream upturned on the top. Angkor has been described as a grand Chinese dinner, served course by course. Myanmar, in particular Bagan, is a smorgasbord  Of the estimated original ten to twenty thousand stupas and pagodas, only about two thousand remain. Some have been lost over the years through attrition and earthquakes but many have simply been washed away by the Irrawaddy river as it eats into the bend of the river around old Bagan. The first temples in Bagan were probably built from around two thousand years ago, but most were constructed over about four hundred years from the mid 9th Century,  until the kingdom was over-run by the Mongols at the end of the 13th Century. We’d have loved to see the lot from an early morning balloon ride, but at nearly $300 US a pop, that was out of the question. So we went by horse-cart. Our driver Ko Ko took us around the main temples except for the Shwezigon Temple which was a bit far for our horse, but the others were just as impressive in their own ways. We set off from our hotel in New Bagan heading North to Old Bagan, stopping on the way to visit the Nagayon Guphaya in Myinkaba. pagoda-5038It was built in the 11th Century by King Kyansittha after he was sheltered by a snake which covered him with its hood as he slept. A short walk away is the Lay-Myet Hna Pagoda which has a terrace you can access via a small dark staircase, but affords you a wonderful panoramic view of all the other large temples laid out to the north and west of you. When you descend, the caretaker is very happy to show and he hopes, to sell you, one of his sand paintings. A little further on, we made a quick stop off at the Apeyadana Pagoda, before heading for Myinkaba town. Tucked in behind a row of laquerware workshops, you will find the Gubyaukgyi and Mayazedi Pagodas. The Gubyaukgyi pagoda has some rather impressive stucco detail at eye level, but it is well worth it to continue on to the Mayazedi Pagoda next door past lots of enthusiastic but relaxed sellers of sand artwork. Here you’ll find the Mayazedi pillar, the Myanmar version of the Rosetta stone. Carved into each side of the stone is the same description of Prince Rajakumar’s feelings towards his father, in four different languages, Pyu, Mon, old Burmese and Pali. I guess he was just making sure the point was made.
Ananda is surely the most beautiful of all the Bagan temples, with it’s impressive frescoes and the four Buddhas of the four ages. The frescoes are being slowly restored, and a walk around the grounds so you can view the temple from a distance is a rewarding exercise. We made sure we gave the bells a good beat as we went by for good measure. Dhammayangyi is the largest of all the pagodas and looks like one of the Egyptian pyramids from a distance. The brickwork is very well done and the fit is said to be too tight for even a fine blade to penetrate the joints. Thatbyinnyu Pahto is the tallest, not by a lot, but the golden spire makes sure of that, reaching to 62 metres. Dhamma Ya Zi Ka Pagoda is unusual in that it has a pentagonal terraced design. Four sides are for the already revealed Buddhas, the fifth is waiting for the one yet to come. We arrived just in time to climb up to one of the western facing terraces to see the sun drop behind the hills. Sunset in Bagan seems to be pretty reliably spectacular. In most places you need to have some clouds to give definition, but the sand in the atmosphere around Bagan, even if it’s not too obvious, brings out the reds and adds an extra dimension to the stupas laid out before you. Each of these beautiful buildings was worth the visit but we barely scratched the surface. A look on the internet lists far more than we managed to see in our brief time, you could happily spend a week of more in this lovely location and still not see everything.
We probably sold ourselves short by spending only one day in Mandalay, there are lots of side trips we could have done and we didn’t even make it up Mandalay Hill. The town itself, at least the part we wandered around, is quite dusty particularly once you get off the main streets, but the people are friendly and will point you in the right direction if you get lost. We found a Hindu temple down a back street, though we didn’t go inside. Myanmar is a melting pot of cultures and there are many mosques and churches alongside all the Buddhist temples.

pagoda-7099If you have no time or inclination to visit any pagoda in Yangon other than one, choose between the Sule Road and the Swedagon Pagodas. We were staying in Sule Pagoda Road and thus walked round the Sule Pagoda a number of times, admiring it from all angles, including from the over-bridge on the western side that skirts the pagoda itself at the upper terrace level. You can also get a wonderful view of the pagoda from the footbridge over the road, a block north. This is the space that was filled with thousands of demonstrators in 1988 during the uprising of students and monks against the government. The other rallying point was around the Shwedagon Pagoda, to the north of Sule Pagoda. It is a magnificent building, visible from many parts of the city and worthy of an afternoon and evening set aside for a visit. As with all the pagodas, temples, stupas, however big, small or seemingly unimportant, they are all revered places and no footwear is allowed, including socks. You are also requested to cover your shoulders and knees, and men in shorts will be offered a longyi to wear to cover up. pagoda-0725Apparently the Northern entrance is pretty impressive, but we weren’t at all disappointed going in at the western entrance hall. There is a separate entry for foreigners and you can safely leave your shoes in the shelves there after paying your entry donation of $5. We didn’t mind walking up the long flight of stairs. There is an escalator, but it wasn’t running and there is a lift at one of the other entrances. We stopped to buy some flowers so we could make offerings at the little shrines around the main pagoda. Which shrine you go to depends on the day of the week you were born, with Wednesday having a different one for morning and afternoon/evening. As we made our way into the complex, a young chap attached himself to us and sort of took over as our guide. We didn’t have the heart to send him away, especially as he was a mine of information. After we’d done one round, we decided we wanted to sit and wait for the sunset so we gave him a little thank you for his help and he went off happy. He’s a student at one of the universities and apparently lots of students earn a bit of income taking people around. The Shwedagon Pagoda is enormous. It is home to many monks, though not as many as before the uprising. A lot were arrested and some decided to go home. The whole complex has lots of small pagodas, stupas, shrines and each one is unique. There are gold ones, white ones, highly ornamented ones. Two huge bells have their own homes and there is a small museum / gallery where you can find out about the buildings and detailing. We found out the the finial on the main pagoda holds a huge (that’s HUGE) number of precious stones – diamonds, sapphires,  rubies one of which is around 80 carats, probably a bit big for my finger. We also learnt by listening in on someone else’s guide, that if you stand on a certain tile, you can see one of the diamonds blinking. We tried it and yes, it’s true and it changes colour as well. Taking a photo was something more of a challenge though, since it’s right up high.
By the time we’d wandered round a couple of times and watched the people doing good works sweeping or washing the floor, watched the group of local ladies in ethnic dress having their photo taken, watched the monks taking their exams, praying, meditating or honouring the deities, we decided to head back to our hotel. We weren’t the only tired ones, I spied one chap reclining in front of the reclining Buddha statue, fast asleep. I was torn. Would I take a photo or not. Would it be rude? I always prefer to get some sort of acknowledgement before or after taking, but he was out for the count. Then I noticed the lady beside me giggling away and snapping enthusiastically with her phone camera. I made a bit of a ‘should you’ expression, but she laughed some more and asked me to take some too, telling me it was her brother, so go ahead.