Wednesday, 29 February 2012

A Load of Tat in Trat (24 February 2012)




Off to from Koh Samui to Cambodia today. I have to leave Thailand due to visa restrictions and my destination was determined by the cost of flights out. Note to self, book early! Even on Air Asia, flight prices are really high, and going to Luang Prabang in Laos, my first choice, to chill for a few days was prohibitively expensive as were most other places. So Cambodia via Trat was the most economical choice. The flight (there are only four a week) got in late afternoon, and the convoluted road journey to the Cambodian border, best not done in the dark anyway, meant the border might be closed when I got there as it shuts at 8pm, so I decided to stay in Trat. I booked two nights as I thought it might be an interesting Thai town to wander around. Ok it was a Thai town, but the interesting bit was missing! Most people flying here take the boat straight to Ko Chang, and by the looks of it, the town is just a support to the island with no tourist infrastructure around. But given the amount of badly behaved kids on the flight who were heading for Ko Chang that is now off my itinerary for the way back! I thought there might be a few backpacker type bars there as it is a transit point for the Cambodian border. As I wandered out of the hotel in the evening in search of food, I quickly realised why no one stops here! No bars, no restaurants, not even a pizza place and definitely no why why, everywhere closed. I ended up falling back on the last vestiges of the less than adventurous Western tourist and visited the local KFC and the ubiquitous 7/11 for supplies to take back to the room.... A lemon bacardi breezer spiced up with a bit of extra secret water is just the thing.... I had booked two nights imagining a leisurely day wandering around the temples and delights of the town, but my evening stroll put a stop to that. I decide to move on tomorrow. I was back to my backpacker ways and stayed in the Trat Center Hotel at a tenner night. I saw a billboard advertising it on the way in to Trat and it proudly advertises itself as a "Budjet" hotel (typo or Easyjet looky-likey, I'm not sure) with "standard facilities", which I think is meant to be a real plus.....


It was actually very nice, brand new, minimalist rooms, not in a deliberately designed way, just bare, but with all you need. Very clean and comfy with aircon and private bathroom, little balcony, little bottles of shampoo, the lot! And particularly lovely gold satin drapes around the mattress.... Oh and an extra visitor, a rather large green insect thing in the bathroom....







This seems to be a habit when I meet up with people here, going from flashpacking to backpacking in one short day... But even though the hotel was fine I was thinking longingly of the 5* Mai Samui, my pool access room and how nice it was, when I spotted a hovel at the back of the hotel with a corrugated iron roof, and a girl washing both herself and her clothes from a hosepipe amongst the weeds. It was a roasting evening, even I had the aircon on full blast and then I realised that to her, looking over at the Trat Center hotel with all its mod cons it must have looked like the best 5* hotel in the world. We occasionally need to remind ourselves how lucky we are.


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Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Sisters in Samui (15 February - 24 February 2012)


How fab, Deryn decided to take a short trip away from the British cold and come out to see me in Koh Samui. I discovered a new airport at Pattaya called U Tapao that I had never heard of before and took a Bangkok Airways flight direct from Pattaya to Koh Samui. And it was a freebie, paid for with my Bangkok Airways frequent flyer points. Another propellor jobbie, but got so used to them in Burma. And what fun to meet her in my favourite airport in the world, Koh Samui. Deryn agrees it is the best too! And even with independent flight booking (she came in from Bangkok) I arrived on the flight immediately after her. Even more spooky, on the return leg, I was off to Trat and she to Bangkok, so flights were determined by timetables, but I took off on the plane immediately before her.....



But I couldn't subject Deryn to the real backpacker world (one day....) so we booked in to the 5* Mai Samui Resort, not that I took much persuading.... as you know, I like a flaskpack now and again.... A lovely hotel on the Western Coast, isolated but that's ok when you are not on your own. We were real flashpackers and upgraded to pool access rooms and spent quite a lazy time. The food in the hotel was good and reasonably priced (apart from breakfast at almost £15 for the buffet), but the drinks were extortionate, they tried to charge over £4 for a lime soda, but of course secret water making yet another outing helped a little with that one... But next door was a small villa type hotel that was in the process of being built, called GG's.



A very apt name I thought, I made it my own as they served a reasonable and affordable why why. The GG actually stands for Gato and Guitar, we never did discover why. The food was good too, and right on the beach, the tables sheltered with little bamboo structures, really charming It is family run and we took a look inside one of the new villas, really impressive. Currently it's cheap at about £20 a night, with no real infrastructure, but when the pool is built and the other building is finished it will be a force to be reckoned with. And a massage lady who according to Deryn is very skilled, she was taught by her grandmother. The menu was really big and all food came out of a tiny kitchen sheltered by bamboo. The menu was the usual mix of spelling and we were particularly disappointed to find that the banana "friffers" were not available, the answer when we ordered was "so-ee, yeh we ha no banana", I'm sure there's a song in that somewhere... And the explanation that the lime soda's had gone up from 30 to 80 baht in one day was the increased cost of limes in the market.... That's some inflation, think we all need to go into lime futures....
Another place we tried - just the once - was Beryl's Bar, right at the end of the bay on a little cove. The Jamaican knick knacks hanging around should have been a clue, but we missed those at first, too intent on getting the barking dogs away from our ankles. It appeared to be built out of bits of driftwood but in its own way, very attractive. We had planned to eat there, but on closer inspection, decided against it. The owner was rather feral looking and insisted on huge bear hugs as a welcome (so un Thai) and the whites of his eyes were very yellow. We had one drink to which Gill, for hygiene reasons of course, added a large dose of secret water and then left. We decided to walk along the cove beach attached to the bar to get back to ours, but we soon turned back when we realised we were crossing sand that was strewn with broken beer bottles and empty syringes. We also went for lunch at the very swish Four Seasons which was next door to our hotel and Deryn took advantage of a post lunch rest on their rather flash beach furniture...



The Mai Samui hotel luckily didn't go in for evening entertainment, so we were spared the ritual of the "cultural show". So we were very surprised one evening on going down to the beach to get to GG's to find a huge screen and speakers erected on the beach. It was showing a Whitney Houston concert, think it might have been the day of her funeral. Even more bizarre, two days later, the same set up appeared, this time a Michael Jackson concert... Had we stayed longer, we reckoned an Amy Winehouse retrospective may have appeared....



As with lime inflation, transport cost have rocketed here too. You can still flag down the songthaews on the road, but by the time you pay for two fares as these have gone up a lot too, it can be almost as cheap to take a taxi and you don't have to stand up on the back clinging on for dear life as I had to on one occasion as it was full. But, like Phuket, the taxi mafia seem to have taken over here and taxis are generally at London prices. Odd as in Bangkok they are cheap as chips. But we struck lucky one day whilst waiting for a songthaew on the main road. A taxi stopped, driven by a Mr Non who agreed to take us for the same price as the songthaew. He owned his own taxi and was very proud of it and, a rarity in Thailand, he seemed a careful driver. We got chatting and he became our personal transport, but the downside was the exhaustion of the conversation, it really is quite hard to translate Thai English into English English although Deryn, like Ant and David is getting there with my tuition! On a trip to Lamai to see my old haunts (and one big disappointment, my old Churchill Pub where I had great Sunday lunches, cottage pies and baked potatoes is no more, it's now a swishier restaurant...) he insisted on stopping for us to see the big sight of the island, Grandmother and Grandfather rocks. Here is the official blurb:

At the south end of Lamai beach are some rock formations that are standard, if a bit sophomoric, stops on any tour of Samui. The 'Grandfather Rock' and 'Grandmother Rock' have been shaped over millions of years by wind and water to resemble human sex organs. A short narrow alley lined with souvenir stalls leads from the main road to the rocks. You actually end up on Grandmother's belly, where a crevice has been worn into the rock to form granny's legs. The Grandfather Rock, a penis shaped pillar, is about 25 metres to the south.
Despite the silliness that the stones induce, the spot is actually rather beautiful, with turquoise waters in pools among the rocks.







Now in most places in the world a taxi driver insisting on taking women here would seem a bit odd, but here Mr Non was very proud of this almost spiritual place.....
We ventured into BoPhut for dinner one night and enjoyed a good pizza on the beach with drinks in a bar on the sand where you lounge on big cushions with a view of Koh Phangan and its lights twinkling in the distance. They had a big screen set up for a big footie match later in the evening but obviously we didn't hang around for that. Other days we wandered into Chaweng, which I had thought from my last visit was awful, but after being in Pattaya, I can now see some charm in it. There is still some evidence of the bad flooding they had here last March with some places taking the opportunity to re build. And another good result, the flooding has meant they had to repair some of the pavements so it is a much easier walk along the main shopping bit! There is still work going on all along the road and it looks like they may be burying the drains, how nice would that be not to be assailed by sewage smells everywhere you go! And the good fakes that were missing in Bangkok were here in abundance. Not cheap but very good, but of course neither of us would ever be seen with a fake bag... Although Deryn was tempted by the fake Hermes dog collar for Totes, but the prices quoted would have bought you the real thing at home, so he will have to make do with his current wardrobe of other real designer collars....
All too soon it was time to part, Deryn off to more shopping in Bangkok and me back to a visa run to Cambodia. Looking forward to a repeat visit soon......



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Sunday, 26 February 2012

Pimps and Perves in Pattaya (28 January - 15 February 2012)


After the gentleness of Burma, arriving in Pattaya was a culture shock to say the least! I am praying that lovely Ngapali Beach in Burma doesn't take this place as its role model if it ever develops further. I was last here twenty years ago with Kev, and yes, there was a street with girly bars and ladyboys etc., but it seemed quite ok, a bit of a laugh and was contained. No longer. The whole city has exploded in size and is now a complete brothel. No discreet little area where it all goes on, just a complete grubby mess with prostitution obvious everywhere. Walk down the wrong Soi, and there are lots of them and it's really unpleasant. Walk down the road to find somewhere to eat and you realise that's quite hard, most places are beer/pole dancing bars, not food. I think I am quite broadminded and know it goes on in Thailand, but have never seen it so in your face. The beach is a total mess, quite narrow and covered in old fashioned deckchairs from the bars so you can't even see the sand.



Traffic so bad you can't cross the road, even the traffic lights are optional! Drunken Westerner's hand in hand with Thai girls, trying and failing to communicate with words as neither can speak the others' language. Huge tour groups of Chinese hunting in packs with their frilly coaches blocking up the small roads. Reading the brochures and local papers they are trying to make Pattaya appeal to the family market by emphasising the shopping and activities, but I think they are on a losing wicket with that one! Like Phuket, they are targeting the Russian, Chinese and new Indian middle classes, but they are driving away anyone with any sense of style.... But perhaps they have got it right, who knows, we Westerner's are now the poor relations and the Russians, Chinese and Indians are the new global spending power in the world. I found a restaurant run by a Brit and overheard him talking to his mate. He was saying that a few years ago 80% of his business was British and he did a roaring trade with cottage pie etc., but not now. He was glad he realised and since he has added Russian dishes and had his menu translated into Russian, he is doing ok.
But there were good points. I was staying at the Sabai Resort, a real oasis amongst all of the madness. Designed like a little village, all low rise one storey villas and I stayed in the Ruen Thai Villa bit with a lovely swimming pool, right outside my room, sparkly clean.



You could almost imagine yourself somewhere civilised if you could just ignore the parade of prostitutes toing and froing to some of the rooms.... And an easy walk to shopping, an older centre next door and a huge new mall about a ten minute walk away. Lakeside all over again, ladyboys in white stiletto's, full of British brands and an amazing array of good eating places. No wonder the Thai's have grown taller and fatter, the choice of fast food is immense.
And I had a lovely Russian family staying in the villa next door. I was invited to a birthday party where all sorts of Russian delicacies were served. Caviar I could manage very well, but the inch wide strips of pig fat that were offered were a bit more difficult and not my favourite...... And I discover Russian chocolate is very good! They had brought all of this over with them and I had a fun afternoon chatting away via Google translate. They were lovely and very generous, especially with the why why and moved Anglo Russian relationships forward many notches.


And then there was the bin man from Liverpool..... Lived in Anfield and had the thickest scouse accent I have heard in a while. It was about 10am and he had already had a few beers. I heard his life story about a broken relationship, his many kids and how he had come here with his cousin to get over it all. He said how nice the Thai people were, how much poverty there was and how awful it was that some of the girls had to sell their bodies to pay their way. I had him marked as a sensitive Scouser. That was until a few minutes later two sleepy eyed young Thai girls in very little clothing and very high heels came giggling out of his room to say goodbye.....



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Monday, 20 February 2012

No bang for your buck in Bangkok (24 - 27 January 2012)


At Yangon airport, David knew he had really earned his soapdodger's stripes. Frankly, he had been a little slow earning these as he always seemed to be able to pull out a freshly washed and perfectly ironed outfit whenever the need arose, but obviously not today. They waited in the Star Alliance Gold Card lane to check in (Gill was as usual exempt from this as again, she was on budget Air Asia, so qualified as a soapdodger by default....). They were first in the queue to check in when a bejewelled lady with a big gold handbag came up and imperiously asked if this was the "gocar" (gold card) queue. It was very obvious that it was as there was a huge sign saying exactly that. Perhaps she thought we couldn't read... It was her way of checking that we had seen the sign, as obviously we looked like no way did we belong there and should be lining up in the economy queue with the rest of the unwashed backpackers! She didn't look convinced when they said they knew exactly which queue they were in.... But Gill was pleased that her SE Asian language teaching skills had been so successful, as both Ant and David immediately understood "gocar". Their language skills have become so proficient that they have been throwing out the "why why's", the "stee rye's" and the "tahee to wi-ee ih plee" with the best of them and being immediately understood.....



But how odd to be whisked back in just an hour from Yangon airport, on a jet no less, not a propellor in sight, to the delights (?) of the 21st century. To be able to go to an ATM and get money when you want it, a decent coffee with real milk instead of Carnation from Starbuck's, proper muffins - what luxury! David thought that Amex had sent out an APB on his card it's not been used for so long..... But actually it all seemed a bit much, busy Bangkok airport, traffic, noise, huge skyscrapers. But we managed to get over the trauma quite quickly as we checked in to the chic Metropolitan Hotel and realised that there was still a world of fabulous bathrooms with power showers, luxe toiletries (straight in the bag, once a soapdodger....), big comfy beds with snowy white linen, concierges and a rather gorgeous pool. Not sure we looked the part though....
We soaked up the delights of this new found civilisation with Caesar salad, club sandwiches and burgers round the pool, but our why why travails continued. Civilisation is all very well, but a glass of why why at £10 a pop rather takes the edge off it....



But today was the first day of the Chinese New Year, so we take our first Bangkok MRT ride out to Chinatown to join in the celebrations. Loads of people all out on the streets and a great atmosphere. Through the temple where offerings for the New Year where being made and on to the Chinese Gate where a big stage had been set up and couple of comperes who looked like local tv presenters were hosting the show. As this is the Year of the Dragon, we realised there would be a big finale with a dragon so decided to hang around for it. Said dragon took its time to appear as we almost melted in the heat and pressing crowds. Think the show might have been called "Dragongate". Eventually the Dragon appeared and was rather spectacular. It must have been 100 foot long, lit up and supported by loads of men. To the sound of extremely loud drums it snaked its way to the area in front of the stage and climbed up a high pole, all very clever, but there was no escape till it had finished doing its thing, we couldn't move, hemmed in by the crowds. Eventually, the dragon had breathed all its fire and the crowd started to melt away. In need of a beer and not finding one anywhere, we jump (well jump is pushing it a bit, perhaps squeeze is a better word....) into a tuk tuk and whizz back to Silom. We find a great place to eat, the New Light Coffee House, an American style diner serving Thai food. Poor Gill again though, beer only, no why why!



But the next day we gear up for the highlight of the trip - shopping in Bangkok's myriad of malls. What a disappointment! Great shops, new malls, ATM's by the dozen, but huge prices. Not sure where the problem lies, the exchange rate or high Thai luxury import taxes. Whatever, prices were almost twice as much as in the UK, so it all became a bit pointless. So window shopping only, oh and coffees, cakes and lunches of course. Those prices were fine!
We had really enjoyed the food in Burma, even though Ant and David had to spice it up a bit with chilles, so we decided we needed a good, genuine Thai meal. We decided on the Ruen Mallika for some Royal Thai Cuisine, set in a garden in the dark lanes of Soi 22, off Sukhumvit. Eventually, due to the terrible traffic that Bangkok is famed for and a difficult to find place, we get there. The meal was good, and even for Ant and David, very spicy. But the place felt a bit run down and grubby and no sign of the service that Bangkok used to be famed for. Lots of mosquitoes, surly staff, generally charmless. We had noticed this change everywhere, even in the Metropolitan Hotel, where the staff, whilst efficient, lacked any charm. What a difference to Burma. Thailand needs to be careful, its identity of "Land of Smiles" is tottering badly. Our vote definitely goes to Burma/Myanmar.
We pass the days looking for Nirvana, i.e. fab goods at low prices, but don't find them. We wander through Patpong at night and find the fakes of old are no more, fakes are there, but so bad even the French wouldn't confiscate them, and Patpong itself, whilst still offering menus as you walk past, not for food or drink, but for ping pong shows (and we don't mean table tennis....), seemed a tame shadow of what it used to be.
Bangkok is a mish mash of the old and the new, a sandwich if you like. Above ground there are the sparkly and efficient Skytrain tracks and stations and the huge road network suspended in the air. Below ground there is the equally sparkly and efficient MRT subway station. In between is still the old Bangkok on the original streets with small shop houses and foodstalls catering to the smartly dressed working population. And all this held together with the ubiquitous shopping malls, cool and sophisticated.
We did make it to a couple of sights. First the Kao San Road, the backpackers' spiritual home. Not sure the visit qualified us for full soapdodger's membership though, think you need to stay in a flea bitten hotel there rather than the Metropolitan for that.... And then to Wat Phra for Ant and David to experience a traditional (yes, we mean a proper traditional as opposed to a Patpong traditional) Thai massage. The masseurs are trained at the temple. And then in the early evening to see the giant reclining golden buddha in the temple itself. What a great time to visit. Virtually every one else had gone and we had the whole area to ourselves, just us and this giant golden reclining buddha, just like a private visit. We negotiate a tuk tuk back, even though it is quite a long way, we felt that it could zip in and out of the Thai rush hour traffic. We were right and after a few hair raising U turns and ignored red lights, we arrived. Most people arrive at The Metropolitan in limo's. We felt that the door staff knew of our arrival minutes before we got actually got there - their wry smiles told us that they had been thinking "here come those mad Brit's again, the only ones who dare show up here in a noisy tuk tuk...."



On our last night in Bangkok, we spoil ourselves with dinner at the Nahm Restaurant at the Metropolitan hotel where we are staying. Perhaps we had been spolied with the good, no nonsense, fresh food we had eaten in Burma, but this meal seemed a bit too confused to be really memorable. But before dinner Ant and David brave the 65 floors to go for a drink on the rooftop, open air bar at the Banyan Tree next door. As usual, Gill wimped out,,,
So finally the last day of our joint trip, and prices notwithstanding Ant and David made one last effort to shop. They were not too disappointed this time and suffice to say at one point in a Department store they had an army of eight assistants following their every move and purchase. Net, it meant a rather un-cool re pack of suitcases in the minimalist Metropolitan Hotel lobby....



And so to Bangkok Airport to go our separate ways. Secret water came out for a last outing as landside the only alcohol available is beer... And then we go, Ant and David to the poshest lounge in the airport and Gill down the escalator to the minibus to resume her life as a soap dodger at her £15 a night airport hotel... What a difference a day makes!


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Friday, 17 February 2012

Life's a beach and then Yan-gone... (23 - 24 January 2012)




Given the odd bomb blast you here about in Burma, and the ones that probably don't get through the news censors, airline security is remarkably lax. At most airports, our hand luggage was put through the x ray machine but bottles of water (secret and otherwise...) went through no problem. But at Thandwe (Ngapali Beach), it was absent all together, no checks at all. The odd thing was, it was all x rayed when we arrived Yangon at the end of the journey - slightly back to front we thought. Air KBZ lived up to their strap line, "exceeding your expectations" again, as well as leaving early, it got us back to Yangon in one piece! It was odd being back, we felt that we were old Burma hands this time, knowing where we were going (sadly back to the Winner Inn and not the Strand....). On the way from the airport we got the taxi, yet another old coke tin on wheels to take us to see Aung San Suu Kyi's house where she had been held under house arrest for all those years. We had expected to see this fortified with fences and blocked by the military, but apart from a few NLD posters and a large gate, it was unremarkable. We were pleased to have been able to see it and stop and take a few pictures. Frankly it looked a lot posher than the Winner Inn...


We only had the afternoon here as were flying to Bangkok early the next day, so our bags dropped and in a heat much stronger than when we had left two weeks ago, we sweated our way to the city. Even though we knew our way around, it had a different feel to last time, today was a working day and it was the weekend last time. There was much more hustle and bustle and it was fun to wander around the market by the Law Courts and see lawyers and clerks at their stalls typing out various legal documents for clients on very old and dusty typewriters. Crossing the road safely was still an achievement to be celebrated!



But enough of markets, we had been deprived of decent bread, cakes, coffee and tea for too long so went back to our local spiritual home, the posh Strand Hotel for a blow out afternoon tea and a bottle of the fizzy stuff.



Due to our currency machinations earlier in the trip, we were now pristine dollar rich, and flashed the cash! After our tea we had a wander around the riverfront where commuters were catching their ferries back home and were accosted by several small children selling overpriced post cards - Ant showed his softer side and parted with a few dollars. He actually parted with a few dollars more after a visit to the Strand's Art Gallery a few minutes later....


And then we go in search of a house a friend of David's had a connection with, lots of friendly help yet again from local people including the taxi driving into the local police station to ask for help... We thought all those fears of being banged up abroad in Burma were about to come true!


Dinner at Sabai@DMZ again where we were surrounded by Chinese people all dressed up for their New Year's Eve celebration. Whilst we had done our best to clean up, after almost three weeks of having our clothes washed in the local rivers, we were doing a rather good impression of being hippy soap dodgers in comparison to their finery...
So as we leave Burma, how would we describe it? Amazing is one word. Wonderful is another. Full of contrasts; the wastefulness and glitz of Nay Pyi Taw, the misty beauty and serenity of Bagan, the poverty in the countryside, the green tree lined streets and Imperial decay in Yangon, the beauty of the beach at Ngapali, the bounciness of the old trains, the jaw dropping first sight of Lake Inle, the heat of the plains, the cold of the nights at Lake Inle and in Mandalay, the steamy heat of the days in Yangon, the efficiency of the domestic airline network, the fantastic food we had everywhere, the surprising lack of visible military presence, the pollution and charm of Mandalay, the decay of Pyin Oo Lwin, the continued sunshine every single day. But above all, we will remember the people. Everyone says that the Burmese are the nicest and friendliest people in the world, which before we went, seemed an odd generalisation for a whole nation. But it was true, everywhere, people would talk to you, help you, laugh with you, without any hint of commercialism or wanting anything back. They have had a struggle on their road to democracy, and some still seem doubtful of a better future, but we wish them well. They deserve it. Go while you can.


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Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Ngapali Beach Days (20 - 23 January 2012)


I guess we'd earned our two and a half beach days on the Bay of Bengal at Ngapali and to paraphrase David, this was the most perfect beach ever. A long broad curve of clean, fine white sand, perfect small waves, warm clean clear turquoise water, no litter or detritus, low key hotels, small beach bars, friendly fruit sellers, shady umbrellas, with cooling afternoon onshore breezes to take the edge off the heat of the morning. What more could one want? We had to tear ourselves away.



Despite seeing ourselves as travellers rather than tourists, we must also admit to enjoying the Amata hotel very much, nice bedrooms and bathrooms were a real treat. We devoured the buffet breakfasts, loved the hotel lunches with the wine we'd brought from Heho, and only left the hotel for dinner, because we thought we ought. Ok, so we lapsed, but we're so worth it. Two nights' dinner at The Two Brother's Restaurant and the third, after a long walk down the really dark beach road, at the Ngapali Kitchen. The walk made us realise just how priviledged we were at the hotel. The few shops we walked past were also people's homes. They were dark, dusty, flimsy, wooden structures which must be a nightmare when the rainy and cyclone season arrives and lit only with single flourescent lights wired up to a generator.



Days were spent reading, lounging, walking along the beach, finding a bar for lunch cocktails, catching up with the Archer's via podcast (David), jumping in the waves, watching the locals go by and buying luscious pineapple from the beach girls. We also very quickly got into the sunset cocktail routine (no surprise there, then...) at one of the beach shacks, that managed to produce a random but most enjoyable range of cocktails from ramshackle bamboo huts.



Most of the locals are from Thandwe, the local town. They are fishermen and we'd see the squid boats form a long line of bright lights on the horizon each night. Dinners were therefore seafood focused, and we had our fill of prawn stir fry, squid curry, coconut fish currys which served us all very well, and at 25% of hotel prices, and at the Two Brothers Restaurant, we discovered that we got to share the kitchen with a couple of huge oxen munching lazily in their stalls.
Yet again, all the people we met were incredibly friendly, curious and helpful. We really hope that when this place gets discovered, it doesn't lose it's charm and beauty. Let's hope it doesn't model its tourist development on nearby Thailand, but perhaps that is being a little selfish...






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Monday, 13 February 2012

Heho, Heho, it's off to the beach we go... (20 January 2012)




For once we were waking up with the rest of Lake Inle to take the boat to the car to the plane to Ngapali beach. We left the hotel by boat in the pre dawn light, swaddled in blankets against the early morning chill. An ethereal mist rose from the lake as we sped towards Nyaung Shwe as the sun rose over the mountains. Now we know why everyone else got up so early....



Back on terra firma we were handed over to a driver for the transfer to Heho airport for the flight to Ngapali Beach. Despite Anthony's protests, the taxi made for much more comfortable and warmer ride along the winding mountain roads than the pickup that we had endured previously. Our driver spoke good English and we talked about family, life in Burma and in England. It is hard to know how far to go in these conversations. A sensible rule is never to initiate any criticism of the government. We haven't met any Burmese who we would describe as fervent supporters of the regime, and opinions seem to range from downright hostile to largely indifferent.
Heho airport is small but perfectly formed. The usual slick operation with a mix of predominantly tourists, but some locals taking flights to destinations around Myanmar.
In contrast to the coffee shop at Mandalay airport which didn't even sell coffee, Heho airport boasted a coffee shop (well, coffee counter...) where we had the best coffee of the trip so far. And wine, so we bought a couple more bottles of Shan State Sauvignon Blanc to take to the beach.



Today we were flying with KBZ Airways. Their slogan is "Flying Beyond Expectations". From what we had heard about domestic flights in Burma, arriving at our destination unscathed would fulfil this promise! The flight was almost empty and within an hour we were descending towards the coast. The crystalline waters and golden sands fringed by palm groves echoed the promises of so many holiday brochures. So often the claims of empty beaches and pristine sands don't match up to reality. However in this case, just like KBZ Airways, the charms of Ngapali Beach exceeded our expectations. Is this one of the last beaches in Asia where the grandiose superlatives of the holiday brochure hold true?
Thandwe airport is tiny, charming and utterly laid back. Within minutes we were negotiating with a taxi driver for our 20 minute drive to Ngapali beach. Having eschewed the delights of a 5 star resort for a more low key (and typically unpretentious) experience, so beloved of the Lonely Planet, we passed several upscale, chichi resorts before turning down a sandy track towards the beach. There was no sign to tell us that we had arrived at our hotel, the Laguna Lodge. Ant had always had misgivings about our choice of accommodation in Ngapali and this turned out to be very prescient. Laguna Lodge was a ramshackle assortment of run down buildings that even the Beverly hillbillies would have disowned. Our hearts sank. We decided to have a look at the rooms that we had booked. For $70 a night, quite high for here, our expectations were fairly high. These were soon dashed. The rooms were dank and neglected and looked a bit grubby. The beachfront location was spectacular but the rooms and the hotel did not live up to it. We wondered if the hotel's description as an Eco hotel was shorthand for "just hit by a cyclone". We entreated our taxi driver to help us find another place to stay. We had heard that hotels get booked up in Ngapali and this was peak season. Any panic was probably unwarranted but this didn't stop David from hanging out of the cab window, holding up two fingers and bellowing (rather imperiously) "We need 2 rooms!" at unsuspecting hotel staff as we swept into a succession of resorts.
We finally found lodgings at the Amata resort, a plush five star resort on the beach, at twice the price of the Laguna Lodge. When shown a deluxe room, we were rather disconcerted to see mousetraps everywhere. In her limited English the desk clerk explained that they were to keep mice away. Maybe we were splitting hairs, but the difference between a mouse and a rat is often debatable in these parts. Thoughts of Manuel's pet "Siberian hamster" sprang to mind as David tried to ascertain whether the traps were for "small mouse" or "big mouse" with the associated hand gestures.
Not wishing to share with Pixie and Dixie, we were quickly found other rooms, and very comfortable they were too. We haven't been really roughing it so far on this trip, but to have some five star luxury with comfy beds, good showers and all that comes with that (lattes, club sandwiches and cocktails on tap) was a welcome respite.



The string of 5 star resorts that line Ngapali beach should all put up a sign at reception, "Now Leaving Myanmar". We had left Myanmar as soon as we entered the portals but we relished the prospect of a few days' relaxing in such a beautiful and seemingly undiscovered spot.




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Friday, 10 February 2012

Three Days Afloat on Inle Lake (17 - 19 January 2012)



One hears of perfect locations, crystal clear waters surrounded by wooded mountains and topped with azure cloudless skies, beautiful warm days, chilly star filled nights and misty dawns, a place populated by happy friendly people, where life seems to have stood still for millennia. Shangri-la? No, welcome to Inle Lake.



Inle is a freshwater lake located in the Nyaungshwe Township of Taunggyi District of Shan State, part of the Shan Hills. It is the second largest lake in Myanmar and one of the highest at an altitude of 2,900 feet (880 m). During the dry season, the average water depth is 7 feet (2.1 m), with the deepest point being 12 feet (3.7 m), but during the rainy season this can increase by 5 feet (1.5 m). It's main population are Intha people who earn their living with fishing and agriculture.
Yes there are tour groups here, more than we'd seen elsewhere. Typically late middle aged, badly attired French. However the lake at 45sq miles was plenty big enough to avoid them.



We spent three nights here at the Sky Lake Hotel and loved it. On both days we hired a man and a long boat to travel around, avoiding the more heavily touristed sights. The driver must have thought us mad, declining offers to visit the cheroot, silver, or lotus weaving villages. And avoiding taking pictures of the long necked girls, whose necks are stretched with brass rings. They appear to be brought into the shops to demonstrate weaving and embroidery crafts, but somehow to us it felt they are being exploited as photo ops, so we declined.
By the time we surfaced on day one for breakfast at 8.30, the hotel was deserted, apparently everyone leaves at 6.30 for their trips, their bird watching and their treks, we'd agreed on a 9.30 start, oops! Anyway, the long, narrow boat arrived, it appeared to be made from a large hollowed out tree trunk. Boarding without capsizing was an art, (one which we never did manage gracefully....) and sitting in three wooden armchairs, like the three wise monkeys, in a row facing forward, we sped off across the mirror lake. Bunches of water hyacinth floated by, one legged fishermen shouted out their "mingalaba's", families rowed past with young children. There were many stilt villages on the lake, the dilapidated bamboo houses, elevated about 2 metres above the dry season lake level. We wouldn't like to live in them when the rains come.



Our first stop was Indien, about an hour's trip from the hotel. The cold chill of the morning as we sped across the lake soon gave way to warmth as we slowed to navigate the narrower tributaries. We passed through Ywama, one of the larger lake villages, and then along an increasingly narrow channel, through bamboo groves, past wallowing buffalo, and women washing themselves and their clothes, before arriving at the long boat car park! There were some tourist stalls, the first we'd seen, we ended up buying an old sponge ware bowl, reminiscent of Llanelly pottery, obviously left over from the days of Empire. We are all templed out, so we ignored those and David found himself playing pied piper to a pack of young puppies as he fed them biscuits. They rewarded him with a lick on the hand and paw prints on his jeans. Gill followed with a hefty dose of Gill jel.... Not ones to linger, and with a lunch recommendation in our pockets, it was soon back in the boat and on to Nampan where we'd been told that there was a stilted Italian restaurant called the Golden Kite. We'd been eating curries for ten days and so pizza was an attractive option. To be fair we enjoyed good pizza and carbonara pasta, washed down with secret water, enjoying sitting in the shade, as boats sped past, locals going about their business, we were chilling out and enjoying the view.



The return journey was via some huge floating market gardens. These are floating bamboo rafts, piled with soil, and tended from dugout canoes. All sorts of tasty looking veg was being grown, especially beautiful looking tomatoes, apparently Lake Inle is the tomato capital of Burma. At least they didn't have to worry too much about watering their crops! We didn't stop, the hotel beckoned. We returned to the sound of welcoming drums in the mid afternoon sun. We were the first back, so our day was short but we were happy with our trip and had seen the lake. Afternoon snoozes and reads beckoned. No charging of any electrical gadgets however, no power till 5pm...



Sunset was the next highlight, again, sneaking secret water. We sat looking over as the sun set over the hills in the far distance. A few lights twinkled on the far shore and a couple of larger crop burning fires glowed in the hills. Apart from the odd swish of water, it was silent. The weather here has been cloudless blue skies all the way, and whilst at the lake, due to its altitude, we had much cooler evenings than we had been used to. But the real upside of that is that the clear skies, together with the lack of light pollution, gave us an amazing starscape each night. We discover that none of us are in the running as the next presenters of "The Sky At Night", and weren't even sure that our iPads had us in the right location as the Starwalk app confused us a bit. But overall, we think David won star knowledge on points..... Obviously being on stilts over the lake, with no roads in sight and no headlights on boats, we had to eat at the hotel, which mercifully was great, we are especially loving the bei ji made of soy sauce, garlic, chili and lime. Ant and David added it to everything. Burmese food, surprisingly isn't very spicy and Ant and David had to add "with big spice" to every food order, and then they added more bei ji....

The lake area has a rotating five day market, we had avoided the one the previous day at Ywama, it's floating and apparently overrun by tourists, so we went instead to the next day's one at Maing Thauk, just a five minute boat ride away, through some narrow channels, where we nearly capsized! The market wasn't so touristy, mostly locals, the tarpaulins were slung low for shade, meaning that we kept bumping our heads as we wandered past the fish, meat, (you had to be there to appreciate how gross that was), vegetables, rice, and great imported plastic Chinese household goods stalls. David did some shopping remembering to hand over the money in the traditional way, give with right hand whilst holding your left hand to your right lower arm.



One of the things we'd really enjoyed at the hotel were dinner plate sized tofu crackers, we'd assumed they'd been made at the hotel. However, the market was full of them, lying in the dust, and being nibbled by dogs! It didn't stop us eating them again that night though, but we did inspect each one closely for doggy tooth marks.... The old fashioned blacksmith was doing a brisk trade in knives and David got himself a haircut for 1000 kyats (just under pound). A most enjoyable hour.



Our final stop was the town at the north of the lake where we had first arrived, Nyaung Shwe A backpackery town, with a nice vibe, but still not crowded. We spotted a sign that asked 'are you tired of rice?'. The answer was yes, so we followed the sign down an alley or two to the Inle Pancake Kingdom, come Internet cafe. We sat outside in the shade, on this dusty backstreet whilst David failed to download any emails, the Internet is shockingly bad everywhere, and here it was next to useless. They did a great plate of chips though, which we devoured followed by sweet pancakes of various flavours. Yum. Maybe there are some benefits to a few tourists! A slow stroll around this dusty town, past a few monasteries, past horse and carts and the heat was getting to us all, so it was back to our waiting boat driver and the trip back to the hotel.



The lake is really beautiful and we were all sad to leave the next day. It was a very different three days, quiet, peaceful, pollution free. The main thing it had in common with the rest of Myanmar was yet again, the friendliness of the people. It wasn't even as cold as Gill anticipated, at one stage she only had five layers of thermals on! Really recommended for a less chilly than anticipated chill-out...


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Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Manndalay to Inle Lake "You're Safe With Us" (17 January 2012)



Another day, another alarm call, to get to the airport to catch an early flight from Mandalay to Heho to go on to Inle Lake. This time up at 6.15 am, out of the hotel by 6.30 am and into a waiting taxi, an aged maroon Toyota that would not have looked out of place in an episode of Starsky and Hutch. We rattled out of Mandalay in the pre dawn light through streets that were filling up with people. Mandalay is an early to bed, early to rise city, and even at this hour the streets were teeming with people on their way to work or having breakfast in the many roadside cafes. Little wonder that we could not get a drink or food after nine at night- everyone is in bed by then.
The airport was about an hour from the city - once again the Burmese authorities have not held back in their grandiose vision for what seems to be a vanity project and yet another underused facility. The terminal building has extravagant pagoda-esque features, but take a closer look and it is just a large tin shed, and the empty car park gives lie to the idea of Mandalay as an airport used for anyone but tourists. Empty gates and vast runways, where the small propellor planes are dwarfed, point to a vision for Mandalay as a busy hub that is fanciful in the extreme at present.
Check in was quick, our bags were tagged and we sincerely hoped that we would see them again in Heho. Gill was less worried about seeing the bags at Heho, more concerned at seeing each other at Heho in one piece.... We were given stickers to wear denoting our airline, today we would be flying with Yangon Airways. Their slogan is, "You're Safe With Us". Given the dubious record of certain Burmese carriers, we hoped that Yangon Airways would live up to this.
The small domestic area of the airport was crowded with tourists heading off on the next leg of their Burmese Odysseys, and the only way to tell them apart was the airline sticker they were wearing; Air KBZ, Air Bagan, Air Mandalay, Asian Wings, Yangon Airways, Mynama Airways. We all lined up in our crocodiles to board our buses to our flights, which were leaving in quick succession. This was certainly a slick operation, BAA could learn a thing or two. The only exception to this were the monks who were travelling. Their colourful robes required no gaudy airline sticker, and they even had their own waiting area, a sort of Monks' Executive Lounge, if you wish - but without the free booze...
We boarded our flight and settled in. Despite Gill's misgivings the plane seemed to be in good condition and we could not detect any Sellotape holding the wings together. As we taxied early David looked longingly at a Myanma Airways Fokker 28, was it the one from Cafe Flight we wondered? These planes have long since stopped flying in the West as they are so old and the airline is not noted for its safety record. This really would have been a step too far for Gill but the height of fun for David. Indeed, we have since discovered that the Myanma Airways Fokker on which we had dinner at Cafe Flight in Nat Pyi Taw is actually the remains of a flight that crashed a few years ago...
The flight to Heho was a short hop. In flight service consisted of a fizzy drink. After 25 minutes we made a rather bouncy landing at Heho. This would have taken us twelve hours by train and six by road. Time for the next leg of our trip to Inle Lake.



We negotiated a price for a pickup truck for the hour's drive to Nyaung Shwe, the town nearest to Lake Inle from where we needed to find a boat. We could have paid only a fraction more for a real taxi, but Ant decided that we should save 5000 (£4.50) kyats "for the adventure". At this point David reminded him that the adventure would pass after the first ten minutes of bouncing around clinging on for dear life, and this proved to be the case as we rattled along mountain roads, around hairpin bends, and descended towards the lake.


Nyaung Shwe is the main drop off point for the lake. A busy canal cuts through town and the jetties were busy with the traffic of people and goods to the lake. It was a 30 minute trip on a narrow wooden motorboat to the Sky Lake hotel.



As the channel gave way to the shimmering main body of the lake we were enchanted by the view of the lake and surrounding mountains. Lake Inle is justifiably described as one of the highlights of Burma and currently graces the cover of the Lonely Planet guide to the country. Most iconic are the fishermen who row with one leg. This is no mean feat given the small size of their boats and the co-ordination that this requires. As we entered the lake the boat slowed as we came alongside several fishermen. This was obviously a photo opportunity for a small fee, but in reality there is no need to do this as you will see so many real fishermen during any trip across Inle Lake.



We chugged serenely into the Sky Lake Resort to the sound of traditional Burmese drums greeting us. We were rather less graceful as we clambered out of the narrow boat, fearing that it might capsize at any moment. The hotel is built on stilts over the lake and each room is an individual cabin laid out around walkways branching out from the main part of the hotel. The lake is clear and from our verandas we could see to the bottom, with fish weaving between the weeds. The rooms were very large, a bit tired, but clean and spacious with everything that we could need for a short stay (and this from Gill - except heating...). Electricity is available during evening and night time and hot water was plentiful.


We spent the rest of the day having a long lunch and a lazy afternoon before watching the sunset over the lake with a cold drink. The hotel seemed eerily quiet and the bar was reminiscent of the Hawaiian Ballroom at Maplin's Holiday camp, but after a few lime sodas with secret water, we really didn't mind so much. This was the perfect spot to chill for a few days. Luckily, Gill's fears of extreme chill in freezing temperatures didn't come to fruition, and Ant, who hadn't believed it could even get remotely cold here at night did have the grace to admit that even he felt "a bit nippy" at one point...



The staff were really attentive and tried so hard to please. We ate a hearty dinner of curry washed down with Myanmar beer and wine we had brought from Mandalay, cheerfully chilled and served with no corkage charge by the hotel. Then to bed, warmed by a mountain of brightly patterned heavy blankets, listening to the silence, and after a long day we were excited at the prospect of seeing more of the lake in the morning.




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