Day two in Nyaung Shwe, was a free day. Almost everyone in the group headed out to do whatever they wanted. I think many eventually used the day for some “alone” time. Most of us started at a local market and then separated to do what each wanted to do. I didn’t make any plans but I thought I’d use the day to explore the city. Somewhere along the way I just got tired and decided to lay down. It was about 10 am and I couldn’t stop yawning, but I really didn’t feel that tired, but I was tired enough to go back to my room and lay down. Probably the not the best idea since I ended up falling asleep and sleeping until about 3 in the afternoon. The guys in the tour kept waking me up to go to lunch and to make sure that I was okay, and each time I’d fall back asleep until someone else woke me up. It was highly unusual for me to sleep in the day like that, not to mention for that long. I must have just hit some physical wall or something, because I felt fine except for being tired. I even slept at the normal time that night too.

The plan today was to go to Innlay Lake and to be honest I didn’t know why I was supposed to care about it. I don’t really study the itinerary too much on the tours that I take, so if there is something that we are going to do that I’ve never heard of, then chances are I’m going to be surprised, mostly surprised for the good, and Innlay Lake was one of those surprises. We were going to take a boat along the canals for a few miles until the canal opens up into the lake. That was the plan, and that was about all I knew what to expect. First, the boats we took were thin, flat bottom boats with propellers that stick very far behind the boat. It’s hard to explain, but if you’ve ever seen them you know what I’m describing. 

As for the day’s itinerary, I think that there were just too many places that we went to actually walk you through each one. I guess I could spend the time, but I haven’t really been in the writing mood since I’ve been on this trip, as I’m sure you may be able to tell by the grammatical errors that I’ve been making. I think though it would be good to give a little bit of a background to the lake and city. First the lake is pretty large, just off the top of my head, I’d say that it was about twenty miles long and ten miles across at its widest, but it seems to be very shallow, almost like a swamp. Everywhere you look there are small islands of grass popping out of the water, this has a way of almost making it look a little bit like a swamp. Also, nearly everywhere you look there are fishermen net fishing from shallow boats, and although that in itself is very picturesque, the fishermen have developed a rather strange way to move through the water as they’re laying their nets. They hook a leg around an oar and without using their arms they row themselves around. It really looks strange, but they’ve been doing it so long, and it has become so “famous” that they even have races with this style of rowing.

It took us maybe about an hour to get to our first destination, a lotus thread weaving workshop. Again, it was the journey not the destination that I liked the most. The city that contained all of the day’s destinations is called, Maing Thout (I think), but what makes it so interesting is that it is on stilts. The houses are on stilts, the markets too, in fact nearly everything in the city was on stilts with each building being connected to others through bridges. If you’ve seen the movie Waterworld, then you’ve got an idea of what this town/city looked like.  The farms that they grew mostly tomatoes weren’t on stilts, but they had to harvest from boats, because the plants were in effect growing out of the water.

As I  mentioned at the beginning of this post we went to too many places to write specifically about each, but I’ll load lots of images of the interesting things on today’s sightseeing.

Sun 08/07/12 07:07

Nothing special today, we headed to a meditation cave a few hours away from our hotel. The cave was impressive with the number of Buddhas that were there, somewhere around 8000, but other than that, meh. What I really liked though was driving through the countryside. I’m not sure how to describe it except to say that the people we went past looked like they could have been doing the same thing hundreds of years ago. There were groups of farmers tilling the soil by hand, men were plowing behind cattle, there were farmers weeding by hand, children were playing in the canals along the road, water buffalos were being ridden by children, and the now common sight of women washing clothes in the river,  I felt that I had stepped back into history.

I’m off to dinner in about 10 minutes and it looks like I won’t have access to internet again. So it will be a while until I get a chance to update my blog.

We’re in kalaw right now, it’s a small town that seems to be pretty much only a halfway point to the next destination, whatever that may be.  There are signs about trekking, so maybe people come here to hike too. On the way here we stopped for lunch at a “truck stop” kind of restaurant, and the only reason I mention this is because of the waitress that was serving us. She was young, in fact she looked very young, but it turned out that she was 17, still very young. But I guess I smiled at her once too many times and she thought that I was flirting with her or something, but from then on she stuck to me for the remainder of the lunch. She stuck out her tongue at me, hid her face when I smiled, generally it was kind of weird, if not a little bit funny. I’ll include a photo of her. Anyone who knows me, knows that I smile a lot, and when I travel, I smile even more than usual. Here it appears that I’m flirting with the girls when I don’t really believe that I am.  I also took a picture of our driver’s helper, he’s young and I never noticed how sad he was until looking at the photo later. Now I can’t seem to shake his image from my head, he just looks so sad even though he’s smiling for the photo.

We got to Kalaw ahead of schedule and one of the first things we did was to head out to explore, pretty much standard. After about 30 minutes we were done, so we did another loop to see if there was something that we may have missed, 20 minutes later we decided that we had seen the city the first time and we might as well go have a beer. Little by little everyone from the group would stop by and have a drink with us, usually they would be walking by on their way back to the hotel and see us. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it turned out to be a lot of fun. So fun that after dinner we went and had more drinks. I ended up meeting a girl from Canada and for the rest of the night our group plus the Canadian girl hung out.  Great fun.

Today we headed across the river to a small village that has two major claims of fame, a huge bell and a half finished temple, and like so many times the journey was better than the destination. The port, if you can call it that, was nothing more than a bank on the river. Along the bank were dozens of boats being manually loaded, people bathing, kids playing, and women washing clothes. For me, it was absolutely one of the the best experiences so far. In order to get to our boat a small group of guys built a make-shift gang plank along with a handrail that they held for us.

Our ride across the river took us a little over an hour as the boat chugged along slow enough to give us time to take in the views and even time to rest. My toe started hurting about halfway through the morning which made it increasingly more difficult to walk up the stairs of the temples. Fortunately though today’s trip was only a morning go, so I was back in the hotel by about 1. That’s where I am right now. It’s been a good day, I just finished some laundry, and now I’m sitting in front of the open window of my hotel room. The sounds of cars and people below me is at the perfect din, not too loud and not quiet– just perfect :)

We spent the day wandering from one tourist spot to another and ended on an elevated walking bridge waiting for the sun to set. All went as planned except there wasn’t a sunset, no worries though, the day was fun.

We started about 8 in the morning and headed to a monastery about 30 minutes from our hotel. I have to say that I enjoyed this probably more than anything else that we did. At, I think 10, is when they eat breakfast, and the event has become somewhat of a tourist destination. All the monks are outside, grouped by age, and waiting to be fed. They have to stand in a line until it’s their time to get their food. It seems kind of strange taking pictures of them but it appears to be encouraged to develop donations.

Most of the rest of the day we headed from one temple to another with no one in particular standing out as I write this right now. About the only thing that I want to mention is the requirement to take your shoes and socks off to enter the temples. I know, sounds like a pretty stupid thing to mention until you factor in that the tiles heat up so hot that you literally have to run from one point to another. You can only survive the short hops if you plan your dash based on the color of the tiles, with the darker being warmer, and then hope that there will be somewhere to stop and let the heat dissipate.

There was one thing that happened to me. Towards the end of the day we were going through an archeological area by way of horse and carriage, and at one point we were forced off the road by a truck coming from the opposite direction. Unfortunately the horse didn’t have the strength to pull us back, so we started getting out of the carriage and when I did, the horse suddenly had enough strength to get back onto the road… the only thing was was that I was only partially out of the the carriage. With one leg on the ground and the other still inside the horse started to drag me. I lost my balance and scraped up my big toe pretty bad. When the horse finally stopped I had managed to get the foot that had been dragged up into the carriage but I didn’t have the strength to pull my self up. So there I was hanging out the back of this stupid carriage with everyone watching me. I finally looked over to one of the guys on the tour and say, “Please help me.” I’m still embarrassed now when I recount the story.