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Myanmar river cruise: From Bagan to Mandalay aboard a brand-new Pandaw boat

My second attempt at getting a tourist visa to visit Myanmar was successful this past spring (my first try in early 2011 was not), a sign that indeed Myanmar is opening up after decades of isolation to share its Buddhist monasteries, shrines, temples and stupas with the world.

A friend and I booked a trip from Bagan and Mandalay aboard Pandaw River Cruises’ new 40-passenger Kalaw Pandaw, one of 13 nearly identical Pandaw boats built in Myanmar and Vietnam to cruise in Southeast Asia. The sturdy 10- to 60- passenger teakwood boats with brass fittings are replicas of 19th-century Scotland-built Irrawaddy River paddle steamers, with ultra-shallow drafts, two or three decks and flat tops that allow them to slip under bridges and easily traverse remote rivers, even in the dry season.

 

 

We flew into Mandalay and from there it was a four-hour drive to Bagan, where we walked down the dry banks of the Irrawaddy River and through a gauntlet of children selling bracelets and necklaces, to board the boat. A crew member at the gangway took our shoes and cleaned them, while another handed us a cold drink and a refreshing face towel to wipe our sweaty brows.

With the boat tied up to tree trunks or stakes banged into the earth, daily life on the riverbanks was never more than a few feet away. The scent of wood-smoke hung in the air as women washed clothes along the river’s edge, slapping them onto stones and oblivious to the litter strewn about. Children splashed, dogs frolicked, and adults bathed in their sarongs, deftly slipping the wet ones off for clean, dry ones. The all-day soundtrack was a medley of roosters crowing, monks chanting into microphones and skiffs rattling past with shrieking outboard motors. From time to time, loud music blared from giant speakers rented for celebrations and parties.

Our “Bagan-Mandalay Packet” itinerary included two days on board at both ends and three days sailing the 110 miles of river in between, with nights moored along the banks. While stationed in Bagan and Mandalay, the captain would cruise up and down the Irrawaddy at breakfast and dinner time to generate a welcome breeze for those outside on deck and offer more time to gaze at the pagoda-dotted landscape.

A local tour guide sails on board every Pandaw cruise; ours was San, a former teacher and a walking encyclopaedia of Myanmar history and culture. He was thorough and conscientious, and during one Q&A session fielded questions about opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi, corruption, human rights and other taboo topics rarely broached in a country still cowed by the military. San answered the political questions honestly, but briefly. “We are moving forward, but the speed is very slow,” he said.

 

 

The 2,000-plus pagodas of Bagan were just a 10-minute bus ride from our mooring; it was like driving through a safari park, only the animals were ancient, red-brick monuments. They date back to Bagan’s Golden Age from the 11th to 13th centuries, when they were covered in stucco and gold leaf. Some, like the Dhammayangyi temple, looked similar to Egyptian pyramids, while others such as the Mahabodhi temple looked more Indian; the Thatbyinnyu and Shwegugyi temples conjured up Europe’s Gothic and Romanesque cathedrals.

From the tiers of one temple, we watched the glowing sun descend through the hazy twilight before disappearing over the horizon. It was supremely peaceful, except for the insistent “You buy from me, lady” and “Remember me?” chants of souvenir sellers trailing us with their armfuls of shawls, T-shirts, lacquer bracelets and pirated books. For U$7 (bargained down from $12), I bought a copy of Amitav Ghosh’s excellent Glass Palace, an epic set in Myanmar in the 19th and 20th centuries and my constant companion for the week.

After two days in Bagan, we cruised upstream to Pakokku. On the way to the town’s local markets, where we saw women stirring up batches of thanakha, the traditional Myanmar face paint made from tree bark, we gained a keen understanding of the meaning of Thingyan, the annual Buddhist New Year Water Festival. As we travelled in a convoy of open-air tuk-tuks to the town, we were enthusiastically doused by smiling locals with hoses and buckets of water. Some of us purchased squirt guns to join in the fun, and the water fights in the ensuing days turned out to be a great way to interact with people.

 

 

Though our visit to Pakokku was relaxed and low-key, in 2007 the town was the scene of the “Saffron Revolution”, when monks from the local monastery protested rising fuel prices and were brutally suppressed (some killed) by the military. This is considered the catalyst that started, albeit slowly, the reform process in Myanmar.

On Day Four, we cruised to Yandabo to visit a rural homestead where terracotta pottery is made. San took us into one home where the family shared tea and corn on the cob, making us feel like friends, not tourists. The village was where the Treaty of Yandabo was signed to end the first Anglo-Burmese war in 1826, a long and expensive conflict with thousands of casualties.

The next day, it was a two-hour bus ride up to a quaint and noticeably cooler British colonial hill-station called Pyin Oo Lwin, or Maymyo. We passed mango orchards, rice fields, banana plantations and large humped cows pulling ancient farm equipment to plough the earth. Though we did see young people in Mandalay clutching cell phones and clad in skinny jeans, for the most part Myanmar is still steeped in the past; large swathes of the country don’t have electricity and most men and women still wear traditional sarongs and paint their faces with thanakha.

We lunched in a classic colonial bungalow housing a restaurant, drove past the old British Club and spent an hour walking around the town’s Botanical Gardens, dodging the occasional bucket of water hurled in our direction. San told us many things on the bus ride, including the fact that Rudyard Kipling, author of the well-known poem Mandalay, had never actually been to Mandalay, or Bagan or Yangon for that matter. He only briefly visited Moulmein along the southeast coast, yet for much of the world Kipling put Myanmar on the map.

The sixth day was spent exploring Sagaing, a hill on the outskirts of Mandalay covered in Buddhist monasteries, shrines and sanctuaries, and other nearby sites, from the rustic teakwood Shwe Nan Daw Kyaung monastery to the gleaming Mahamuni Pagoda covered in millions of squares of gold leaf (that only men are allowed to apply), and the massive ruins of the Mingun pagoda (known as the biggest pile of bricks in the world). Then, by horse-drawn carriage, it was more of the same in the ancient capitals of Ava and Amarapura. My favourite place of them all was the hilltop U Min Thone Se Pagoda, also known as the Temple of 45 Buddhas, with its arc of white stone Buddha statues in golden robes set beautifully in a green-tiled hall.

When we weren’t on shore, Sheila and I favoured the deckchairs at the bow with a glass of refreshing Myanmar beer in hand as we gazed at the gold-and-white peaks of stupas dotting the landscape. Later, a group of us would meet at the bar to sample the daily happy-hour cocktail specials, moving to our tables only when summoned by the dinner gong.

Meals incorporated local ingredients, and we especially enjoyed the chicken breast stuffed with tealeaves, acacia tree tempura, prawn curry and Asian soups. One evening after dinner there was a traditional puppet show and on another a dance performance, but otherwise it was a nightcap on deck or retiring early to our cosy air-conditioned cabin to rest up for the next day’s adventures. There were, thankfully, no TVs to distract us. Pandaw founder, Scotsman Paul Strachan, has always kept the focus on the destination.

My Myanmar cruise was my third Pandaw river journey — the first was on the Mekong in Cambodia and Vietnam, and the second on Borneo’s Rejang River — and I’m already looking forward to the fourth, probably in the cooler, lusher months of October or November. I’m thinking Laos or maybe India, along the Brahmaputra.

A Pedal in the Countryside

Before the cruise, we stayed two nights in Mandalay, at the Hotel by the Red Canal, a cosy new hotel with traditional architecture, friendly service and perks like free happy-hour drinks by the pool. As we’d be exploring the sites around Mandalay later, once we boarded the Kalaw Pandaw, I signed us up for a six-hour guided bicycle excursion with Grasshopper Adventures, an outfit I had cycled with before in Siem Reap, Cambodia.

Though boiling hot, it was an excellent way to see the countryside around Mandalay. After being driven to the edge of the city, we then pedalled for about 20 kilometres, mostly along dirt roads through farmland and past old Buddhist monasteries, including the teakwood Bagaya Monastery in the ancient capital of Ava, and an early-19th-century British-built watchtower poking up from a field nearby. Along the way we stopped to sample vegetable tempura being fried at a roadside stall, and peeked in on small businesses making cheroot cigarettes and metal begging bowls for monks. For me, an avid cyclist, this excursion was one of the trip highlights.

Fact File

* Fares start at US$1,550 per person, double occupancy, and include meals, excursions, bottled water and local soft drinks, plus beer and spirits. For more info, see pandaw.com.

* If you need to stay connected with the world, buy a local SIM card for your phone as internet connections in Myanmar are weak (or even non-existent), both on board and off.

* Bring plenty of US dollars: ATMs often don’t work; Visa and MasterCard are accepted in big hotels and shops, but American Express isn’t. At local markets, you’ll need Burmese kyat, though souvenir hawkers at the major tourist sites happily take US dollars if they are crisp (faded, torn or written-on currency won’t be accepted).

 

This article was first featured in the November 2015 issue of the magazine.

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