
“Woah, some high level brands here dude….” Anup said, as we passed another luxury mall on our way from Yangon (Myanmar’s commercial capital) International Airport to the city centre. We didn’t really know what to expect from Myanmar (formerly Burma) – just somehow expected it to be less developed. Yet Yangon’s wide roads and glass buildings were trying to tell us something different.
What does one expect from Myanmar anyway? It neighbours India, was home to several ancient kingdoms, used to be a key component of the erstwhile British Raj, was effectively cut-off from the rest of the world for nearly five decades (under military rule) and has only recently started opening up under nobel laureate Aung San Suu Ki’s leadership – i.e. it’s a pretty unique place.
On the personal front, I was committed to making this trip different – by committing to budget travel. Staying in hostels, traveling by bus and eating cheap – that was what this trip was going to be all about! Having spent the better part of the last decade working as a travelling consultant – I had been wondering (thanks to strong assertions from select friends) if I had gotten “soft”. Such a excellent opportunity to prove my detractors wrong.
In fact, I had a pre-existing connection with Myanmar – as I learnt a couple of weeks prior. My hometown of Visakhapatnam in India has a large population of folks from Myanmar who were driven out in the 60s (thanks to policies from its then leader – General Ne Win). Our household maid, who has been working with us for over a decade, came over from Myanmar when she was a child. She was happy to hear that I was visiting her former home but couldn’t remember much. Yet, there was a certain sense of comfort from having a connection to this unknown land.

Coming back to the trip, we visited three major locations on our trip to Myanmar – Yangon (formerly Rangoon) the commercial capital, Bagan an ancient city full of pagodas and Inle lake which was just a nice looking lake. Yangon was definitely the highlight for me – the diverse people and cuisines, those beautiful pagodas and colonial buildings, the intriguing history, the hipster cafes …there are many things to love about Yangon, but perhaps just a few which really caught my eye:
- That South Bombay feel – hard to describe, but there is something about crumbling old colonial architecture. If you’ve ever visited the South of Bombay, you’d experience some of this old world charm. Yangon is said to have the largest number of colonial buildings still intact in South East Asia. Some of the buildings are being restored, but there are plenty more which are just there – subsumed by everything that has come since and in some indescribable way, they are all absolutely beautiful! Beyond the British era, the modern history of Myanmar is interesting in its own right – for instance read about General Aung San, a super young and charismatic leader who won Myanmar its independence before being assassinated at the age of 32 or about General Ne Win, an eccentric leader who did some really random things (example below)…
- Strange cars – perhaps one of the more bizarre observations about Yangon are its cars. Some of the cars have steering wheels on the right and some of them have them on the left, but they all drive on the right side of the road. Let me explain – being a former British colony, Myanmar initially had cars driving on the left with steering wheels on the right, which is how it works in several former British colonies such as India, South Africa etc. But that system was arbitrarily changed overnight, one fine day in the 70s by General Ne Win (same one who asked all Indians to leave). It’s not entirely clear why – but there are stories which attribute this change to a dream he had or a suggestion from his wife’s astrologer. Eish, it’s a mess! But the local people seem to do just fine with it
- Food and markets – like most of South East Asia, there appears to be a culture of eating out in Yangon. You see locals just sitting on the streets and enjoying their teas, salads, soups, noodles, barbeques and so on…. so chill!
- That Desi connection – there was a point of time (around World War 2) when over 50% of Yangon’s population was Indian. While most of them have left since then, there is a still a strong influence on local culture and cuisine. We had a chance to visit an Indian section of the city center which was bustling with activity and had people just sitting on low stools, enjoying their chai, tea salads, dosas and even faloodas – how awesome!
- Shwedagon Pagoda – There is everything in Yangon and then there is the Shwedagon Pagoda. It is just MASSIVE. It is an actual place of worship that is used by the locals and the calm and peace you feel inside is really striking. We observed in disbelief as a monk sit rock still in meditation for over an hour – not a single movement and his face locked in concentration/bliss. One hopes he is well on his way to Nirvana for such excellent efforts. A time might come when this jewel is overtaken by tourists, but for now this remains one of the best things in Yangon
- The Rohingya crisis – Myanmar has been in the news for the wrong reasons in recent times due to the ongoing Rohingya crisis in the Rakhine state on the west coast – between the predominantly Muslim Rohingya people and the Buddhist Burmese people. We learnt from local guides that this has led to a significant reduction in tourists from Western countries. On the surface, there doesn’t seem to have been much impact on Yangon though and we only observed peaceful co-existence between different ethnicities and religions. In fact, I observed several inter-ethnic looking couples going about their business normally. Yet I couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like, living as a muslim in Myanmar in such times…
- Those human stories – A a bustling city, there are humans everywhere in Yangon – monks, tourists, locals, expats, guides and we were fortunate enough to interact with some of them. We learnt about what local life is like for expats from a Indian couple who’ve been living there for years (it’s great!), engaged a food tour guide who misses the curry house his parents used to run in his childhood, met a travelling British couple (one of whom was wheelchair bound) who looked completely at home in this strange city, got our shirts ripped by an overzealous masseuse, chatted with the really sweet hotel mgmt students who ran the hostel we were staying in, observed monks, vendors, families on their daily commute in the crumbling old railway lines and so on….




After two days of walking and eating our way through Yangon, it was time for us to move on. We took the 8 hr bus to the ancient city of Bagan – which is a UNESCO world heritage site and is famous for having thousands of pagodas concentrated in a very small area. Now the trip was remarkable because of the remarkable bus company we used – called “JJ Express”. JJ Express is unexpected in many ways – it was quite luxurious (wide reclinable seats, touch screen entertainment, food, charging etc. – a bargain for the price we paid), supremely efficient/strict on time of departure and bizarrely enough would always reach the destination a couple of hours before the scheduled time. While reaching ahead of time is usually a blessing, it proved to be a mild inconvenience for us as we tended to arrive well before the local hostel would allow us to check in. But net-net, I have never been more impressed by a bus service.
By the time we reached Bagan, I realised that I was falling quiet sick – an upset stomach, runny nose, cough, weakness and some fever. While there were several potential causes for my state (e.g. all the Yangon street food), the most probable one might have been the most well intentioned one – the typhoid vaccination I had taken just before leaving for Yangon. Note to self – take vaccination atleast 2 weeks before a trip.
Given my weakened state, I only managed to see a couple of pagodas and an amazing sunrise and sunset. Yet, the highlights of Bagan were:
- The local restaurants – “Be kind to animals” is the name of one of the top restaurants in Bagan and highlights a general vegetarian theme observed in Bagan and in the rest of Myanmar for that matter. In most nations across the world, I get a sense that people prefer to eat meat over purely vegetarian meals. Recently, I’ve started wondering if it comes down to just the human time and creativity spent on meat based recipes Vs vegetarian recipes. For instance, it’s great being a vegetarian in India because thousands of years of effort and creativity has gone into creating tasty vegetarian food there. Myanmar seems similar in this aspect, where the locals enjoy amazing vegetarian curries and salads created with the freshest ingredients
- Those human stories – I was really struggling in Bagan; my sickness combined with the long bus journey and blazing heat had put me well out of my comfort zone – perhaps I had gotten “soft” after all. Enter -the world’s greatest guide. We hired his services to show us around a few pagodas – but he quickly transitioned from a guide to a friend and caretaker with small acts of kindness. He bought us coconut water with his own money, drove me to the pharmacy and made sure I got all the medicine I needed even though it was well past the time allotted and in general made us feel taken care of. “You’re in our home now and you are my friends, we will take care of you no problem…” he repeated several times over the course of the day. It reminded me of the simple kindness I often observe in rural areas, where people take pride in caring for visitors. Those ethos might well be gone in most tourist destinations, but at least in Bagan they were still there…



After two days of rest and recuperation in Bagan – we set off for our next stop, Inle lake. It’s a massive lake surrounded by mountains on both sides and a number of “floating” villages on its periphery. To get the proper Inle experience we decided to do a homestay in one of these floating villages. A few things things which stood out:
- The lake – The lake is beautiful and the life on it (birds, plants, fishermen) is quite picturesque. Boat rides were fun but I felt like the best way to appreciate life on the lake is with a drink in hand while watching the sun set slowly – a unique visual treat
- The environment – all is not rainbows & butterflies however as the lake is under environmental threat. Slash and burn agriculture in surrounding areas, floating farms and the water hyacinth are causing some damage in these parts
- Those human stories– We got to interact with several lake humans and as in other parts of Myanmar, their way of life is changing rapidly. The kid running our homestay raved about how his PUBG (a popular online game) skills have been boosted since they got fast WiFi, a 4th generation puppeteer smiled when asked if his son was going to continue the family tradition, weavers/blacksmiths/silversmiths/ cigarette makers scrambled to explain and sell their trade to tourists…it was in Inle more than anywhere else that I felt like people were really grappling with the change that was hitting them







After two days of floating on Inle, our time in Myanmar was drawing to a close. We took a JJ express to Mandalay (Myanmar’s second largest city) to catch our flight and as usual they dropped us off two hours early at 3 am in the morning. Alas, there was not much to see or do at this time of the day…sigh.
Mandalay’s top attraction was an old wooden bridge called U Bein bridge which has the distinction of being the longest and oldest teak wood bridge in the world. Not knowing what else to do – we hired a taxi to take us there – perhaps the bridge would look beautiful in pitch darkness?
It was quite nice actually – we were accompanied on the ancient bridge by a pair of friendly dogs which seemed keen to show us around or perhaps they were just lonely? Doesn’t matter. On our way back we saw the first signs of activity as locals started coming onto the bridge – some exercising, some there to just enjoy the calmness and others clearly on their way to somewhere they needed to be.
On our way to the airport we experienced one final act of Burmese hospitality, our cab driver offered his cab for us to sleep in as we still had several hours to catch out flight. We tried but it didn’t prove to be a comfortable setting for a nap – yet still left with a sense of amazement at how nice these people were.
At the airport I reflected on Myanmar and more broadly on why people travel. On Myanmar, I was upbeat – in particular due to its young, proud, generous, hard working and diverse people. They seemed in general to know where they were going and in peace with their way of life.
On why people (myself included) travel in general, I reflected on the moments which made the biggest impact on me. Invariably, they involved humans and a curiosity to understand their lives
- What does the monk in deep meditation in Shwedagon pagoda feel about the rising commotion and tourists around him? Does he sense it? Is he annoyed? Does he make peace with it as the nature of life?
- What does the wheelchair bound traveller feel for his able bodied companion? Is it gratitude, guilt, surprise, jealousy or a combination? Are such relationships on average stronger or weaker than relationships between equally abled companions?
- Where does the muslim Indian man traveling on the Yangon train with his Burmese wife get his identify from? From his state? Religion? Ethnicity? Loved ones?
- What specific emotion did the kid on Inle lake feel when fast wifi arrived? Pride for the progress of his village? Or joy from improved ability to play PUBG? How does something as simple as being able to play a game he likes affect the way he looks at his world?
- How do the weavers/blacksmiths/ silversmiths/fisherman on Inle lake feel about tourists? Are they happy about their improved livelihood? Is there a tinge of sorrow/shame that they might be putting their ancient crafts/trade on show for tourists? Or is it really an opportunity to ensure the continuity of these crafts?
- How does the 4th generation puppet master feel about his son joining the trade? Which joy is greater – to see his son continue the family trade or knowing that he has a secure livelihood doing something else?
- ….
Perhaps that is the ultimate goal of travel – to make us think and keep us curious.























