You're Not in Kansas Anymore

One of the larger markets in Rangon is right around the corner from our hotel and seemed like a good way to get introduced to the cultural.  We crossed over a bridge that strateled the railroad tracks to get to the market.  On the bridge vendors had set up tables to sell various things - fruits, vegetables, cooked food, cigarettes, etc.  None of these shops are permanent which is a scene we would see recreated throughout the city.  The market was very large and we didn't make it through even half of it. There were lots of shops set to sell you jewelry, from trinkets to expensive raw stones.  Unlike other similar markets I've visited, the vendors lacked any aggression to sell their merchandise.  That's not to say they didn't try to entice you if you stopped to take a peak but there was no attempt to grab you from the aisles to try to sell you their goods.

We had been told the Shwedegon Pagoda, probably the best known religious site in Myanmar, was an easy walk from our hotel.  While not too far in distance, the uneven, potholed streets made walking difficult and the trafficked streets hard to cross.  We were quite grateful when the golden stupa came into view.  We entered the complex at the base of the pagoda which meant either lots of stairs or taking the series of escalators to the top.  There were several famllies with older women that were afraid to step onto the 'magic steps'.  Guards tried to help them on and for some this worked.  Others opted for the stairs.  I guess it never occurred to me how frightening these could be.

The temple complex covers over 14 acres and is home for many small open air buildings that contain anywhere from 1 to dozens of gold leaf Buddhas. I think the most surprising thing to me was the use of multi-colored moving lights behind the Buddha heads that gave it a Vegas feel.  It seemed so out of place for such an ancient site.  This particular day a relic from Budda was on display which meant lots of people in a snaking line across the marble tiled plaza, most with umbrellas of some kind.  It really was quite a sight.

Instead of signs of the zodiac, the Burmese assign animals to days of the week on which a person is born.  These days are represented around the circle with Buddhas where people place flowers and pour water on the statutes although I can't offer an explanation why.  Monks roamed through the crowds stopping at shrines to pray.  It was all quite magical.

We decided to escape the noonday sun and return to our hotel, this time by cab.  The traffic is horrendous mainly because public transit is insufficient.  This means cabs are everywhere filling in the gaps. A ride that should take 10 minutes stretches to  30 to 40 during normal traffic.

We ate a late lunch in the hotel, rested a little then started our walk to the only gallery in Myanmar dedicated to photography.  Our instructors, Ira and Ari, were giving a lecture this evening on photography.  At night, street vendors pop up everywhere selling street food.  They have make-shift kitchens and even small dining rooms right on the street.  This made the walk very interesting if slowing it somewhat.

The gallery was upstairs in a block of doorways and alleyways.  You had to have a little faith that you were in the right place as you climbed the darkened stairway.  The structure appeared to be quite old and the less than stable wooden floor limited the number of people that could attend.  Afterwards, we opted for the quick (the traffic had died down) and cheap (all cab rides appear to be under $3) ride home.  The food vendors had disappeared, the dinner hour apparently being over.

This was a great first day in this beautiful country.

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