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BUDGET SAFARIS IN SOUTHERN AFRICA
If you are a seasoned traveler in Southern Africa, you know if you want to go to Botswana, Namibia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Lesotho, or South Africa.
Victoria Falls Zambia
Sani Pass, Lesotho
Drakensberg Range, South Africa
If you have decided upon Botswana, you may have already chosen between Chobe, Savute, Khwai, Moremi, Okavango Delta, Makgadikgadi Pans, Nata bird sanctuary, Elephant Sands, Tshildo Hills or the Kalahari.
Wild Dogs, Khwai Botswana
Leopard Moremi Game Reserve
Cape Buffalo, Okavango Delta
Meerkat, Makgadikgadi Pans
Elephant Sands, Botswana
You also probably know whether you want to go to the lodges, take a riverboat trip, kayak solo, do a guide-driven mobile safari or self-drive. 
If you’re on a budget, you need to have an answer to these questions because it could get expensive. If you don’t, perhaps my posts can help.
Botswana
June 2018
Understanding Botswana’s wildlife is synonymous with understanding its hydrology
Rains from Angola’s highlands flood Botswana’s low areas.
Animals, both big and small roam everywhere. You just have to be patient and look.
During the dry season, animals beat down paths to waterholes that look like craters on a lunar landscape from the sky.
Elephants head in for water at remaining water holes, such as a Elephant Sands.
Where there is no longer water, lakes dry up and form salt pans.
Where there is a little water, life still survives.
Cockroaches and Thai Cooking – Thailand
Yes, they do cook with cockroaches in Thailand. They use the body fluid as a spice.
To many westerners the use of insects seems primitive yet Bangkok is anything but that with skyscrapers and all the modern conveniences of any other developed country.
Having said that, go to market and you can choose the type of blood you’d like to cook with – a vampire’s fantasy.
Vegetarians are also in tenth heaven with the wide assortment of green vegetables at market.
You can’t be inhibited if you want to experience Thai foods – they look strange to western eyes.
But taste like nothing you can get back home. So eat well in Thailand.
I took a cooking class at the Blue Elephant Restaurant rather than get caught in the cross fire from the political unrest at the time.
The Blue Elephant class wasn’t cheap but was worth the tour of the market, five course meal, and colonial ambiance.
Juxtaposed between new high rises and the ferry launch in Bangkok, you can find reminders of the old colonial presence such as the historic the East Asiatic Company headquarters.
Out on the Chao Phraya River, dragon boats share the waterway with modern ferries.
And long-tail boats, transporting goods, are seen passing famous sites such as Watt Arun.
Less famous but very impressive is the cable Rama VIII bridge.
What caught my interest during the time I was in Bangkok was the struggle between the Peoples Democratic Reform Committee and the Pheu Thai party run by Yingluck Shinawatra, whose brother, the former Prime Minister, was in exile due to corruption. Hundreds of thousands of demonstrators lined the streets, resulting in traffic jams, blocked access to the airport, killings, and eventually a coup d’etat by the military. Like so many other trips I’ve been on, I was able to catch a plane home to my secure comfortable life…for now.
Myanmar – Conflict Within – Exploitation from Outside
This is what is happening in Myanmar – children are fighting a war rather than attending school. There is a struggle between the government, who wants to claim the land and the people, who want to harvest the gold, jade, teak, and opium as they have forever.
I bought a ticket for a first class sleeper on the train from Mandalay to Myitkyina knowing the Kachin and Shan guerrillas were fighting in the area and it was possible the military may block my travel.
Along the way I saw reminders of the power of the Buddhists, who openly challenged the Muslims.
From the train, the countryside looked quiet and it appeared as though everyone lived in peace with each other.
But once I arrived Myitkyina I hit the barriers. Note that travelers must register with Immigration at the train station or airport.
The Myitkyina railroad station was the site of a decisive battle in World War II. Winning Myitkyina with its airstrip and rail station gave the Allies control of Northern Burma and a chance to reconnect India with China via the Burma Road.
I hoped to travel up the Suprabum Road to the Hukwang Valley but was stopped by Immigration.
So I visited the local market and tried to regroup.
The fruits are unlike anything I’ve seen in the western world.
This woman kindly refused to accept payment for cold medicine I received from her – I had gotten very sick from the train ride.
They don’t have pharmacies in Myitkyina but a wide assortment of natural remedies are sold at market.
I was struck by the presence of so many Chinese in the area. Later I would find out why.
I paid for a driver and motorbike to take me to the Mogaung Valley. I had a map from the main Immigration office in Myitkyina showing where I was allowed to travel.
The road to Mogaung, or where the Chindits defeated the Japanese in World War II to secure the Allies position in Myitkyina, was dull… at first. Later I was interrogated by Immigration guards on my return to town. The poor boy driving the motor bike practically peed in his pants, understandably, when the gun toting military questioned us. So many are being killed in the battle between the government and the tribes over land rights.
On the way to Mogaung we were subject to delays on the new road the Chinese were building. Note the meager layers of bedding, gravel, and asphalt slurry. This road will last only a couple years.
Chinese and the locals worked side by side carrying boiling asphalt tar buckets – something the Occupational Health and Safety Administration (OSHA) in the US would faint at.
Men, women and children worked to build a road to the wilderness. Why?
Access to the jade and gold mines and transport teak logs.
Ko Zaw Pharkant, a photographer who lives in Myitkyina, took the photos of the mines.
It’s easy to scorn the devastation of land from mining.
But how many of us wear gold or jade jewelry or have purchased teak furniture, boxes, or trinkets?
It’s not so much that there is mining in Myanmar. They should use the country’s natural wealth to improve the standard of living.
Yet the mining in Myanmar is excessive and the wealth is not going to the people of Myanmar but to their trusted neighbor-the Chinese.
Myitkyina is one of the cities benefiting from this exploitation of resources. Not only are the Chinese building roads to harvest Myanmar’s wealth but there is an agreement between the two countries to build dams that would change life for those downstream on the Chindwin and Irrawaddy Rivers, forever.
The Myitkyina Airport looks prosperous.
But at what cost? Note the woman on the right in the above photo is carrying a pan of scalding asphalt to cover the thin layer of gravel on the airport runway the Chinese are expanding.
The Chinese are quickly harvesting the wealth of Myanmar but not sharing the spoils with the locals. Who will stop them?
On November 8, 2015 Aung San Suu Kyi’s party gained control of parliament (Hluttaw) who is in the position to elect the next president of Myanmar. Suu Kyi proactively reached out to the over 135 tribes and 55 parties in Myanmar before elections, including those in the Kachin and Shan states, where the civil war continues.
Suu Kyi cannot become president because Burmese law states anyone with “legitimate children” who owe an allegiance to foreign powers is ineligible. She has two sons with British passports. It is thought she will rule a puppet president from a parliament seat.
Will Suu Kyi and her National League of Democracy (NLD) be the harbinger of change that will lead Myanmar out of religious conflict (Buddhist against Muslim), find an economic solution (sign a truce with all tribes), and protect the natural resources of Myanmar from exploitation by their world neighbors?
World’s Largest Book – MANDALAY
The Kuthudaw Pagoda in Mandalay is surround by 729 Stupas
Within each stupa, marble slabs hold inscriptions that make up the worlds largest book.
Other than the monks that tend the site, the pagoda is an amazingly quiet site with very few tourists.
Mandalay, one of the largest cities in Myanmar, is home to a large population of monks.
There are several monasteries throughout the city. Surprisingly they are very modern and appear to be comfortable.
For all its tradition, Mandalay is a city of change with lotteries juxtaposed next to temples and a large gold market attracting tourist on the lookout for inexpensive jewelry. Those who plan to buy gold in Mandalay should ask whether the gem inset is real. Many times the gold is real but the gem is not and likewise, real gems are often set in cheap gilded metal. So ask the vendor what’s real.
The last royal Burmese palace is in Mandalay. It’s a lovely area to bicycle around.
Chindwin River Part II: Sometimes a Great Notion: Bamboo/Teak/Gold
There are plans to construct a dam upriver from Homalin to serve the Chinese. It will impact life along the Chindwin in the future.
Many houses on the river were made of teak. But in other parts of the country, where teak was not just outside the back door, homes or bashas were made of bamboo. As in India, bamboo is used for everything, from paper to particle board to knit hats.
With all the teak logging on the Chindwin, one would think teak grew like weeds…well perhaps it did in the past but it is quickly being depleted. Some old practices still exist but modern equipment is being introduced.
To germinate teak seeds, they must be placed in a fire, then soaked in water. It takes 45 days for the seeds to germinate.
As mentioned in an earlier blog, Myanmar has implemented British Forestry practices, with a 60 year rotation for teak wood. But given the number of logs being harvested, the regeneration quantity will not meet the harvesting volumes.
Logs are milled within the country rather than exported abroad to foreign mills where the finished product fetches a higher price.
Due to a lack of roads in this region, most of the logs are tied together as a raft to be transported to the mill. While watching the log rafts move down river, the novel Sometimes a Great Notion by Ken Kesey came to my mind.
The teak industry is labor intensive. It requires a mobile infrastructure that moves from one log camp to the next, once a site has been harvested. Barrels of oil are shipped to the roving logging camps to power portable generators.
Men are needed to cut, load, grade and track the trees. Wayward teak rafts are known to disappear before reaching their final mill destination.
Accounting records held by one government official showed 100 logs that ranged in size from 12ft diameter x 25ft long to 7ft diameter x 22 ft long weighing 287,000 tonnes within one log raft. Logs that size are most likely from virgin forests, soon to be extinct. But what are the alternatives to teak production? Gold, jade, and opium.
Gold and jade mines provide get-rich-quick job opportunities, but since this work is far from home, the men become bored. Enterprising dealers find ways to help them spend their free time and money on other forms of entertainment, such as opium. It’s not unusual for men to become trapped by the good money and drugs.
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Chindwin River Part I: Travel Along the Chindwin
In January 2014 the Chindwin River was not a popular destination for foreigners. I saw no other Caucasian on the voyage traveling upriver between Monywa and Homalin. I was asked several times if I was a missionary (what did that mean?)
The blog below is for those considering a similar trip. Without my guide, Mr. Saw, I would not have been able to purchase boat tickets and find the guest houses at each stop in less than the four days it took us to travel. Unfortunately, my time was limited. But I suggest others allow for more time in each village and schedule buffer time for the inevitable delays. Costs below are listed in Kyats, which at the time of my trip had a conversion ratio of 1000 Kyats (pronounced chats) to $1 USD. Carry both small denominations of Kyats for river travel and USD for places where they won’t take Kyats from foreigners.
January 3, 2014 Leave Monywa by boat at 3 a.m. Arrive Kalewa 5:30 p.m. The trip along the parallel road takes 10 hours.
First class entertainment was a TV at the front of the boat. High pitch Burmese songs blared non-stop from 3 a.m. until 3 p.m. I was thankful for the cushioned seat rather than a hard bench seat for 14 hours.
Boat Cost for 1st class was: 33,000 Kyats for foreigners 17,000 Kyats for local residents.
Porters charged 500 kyats to carry my 50 pound bag up the hill.
- Food on the boat came with the ticket but dinner in the village cost about 1500 Kyats
- The guest house in Kalewa cost 6000 Kyats Electricity was on from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. This is important if you want to charge a phone or computer. I used only the phone’s camera, since there was no cell coverage. Some villages had internet connections when there was electricity but most of the time the internet was down.
Many foreigners traveling down the river from Homalin stop at Kalewa then fly out of Kalaymo, which is inland rather than continue on the Chindwin to Monywa. The distance from Kalewa to Kalaymo is 20 km or a 2 hr truck ride . If you want to go further to Kennedy Peak, the route the 1942 Ragoon residents took to evade the Japanese, is 70 km (or an additional 50 km west): a 4 hr truck ride.
- Sedimentary rock (sandstone) is found along the river, but in the foothills coal and natural gas is mined.
January 4, 2014 Leave Kalewa by boat at 11 a.m. Arrive Mawlaik 5:00 p.m. Travel from Kalewa to Mawlaik by road is not possible.
At least one bridge was down. If the bridge was serviceable the road between Kalewa and Mawlaik is 36 km or a 3 hour drive. Without the road, residents had to take the boat and board midstream where the river was too shallow for the boat to go to shore.
After Kalewa, first class travel changed from cushioned seats to shared metal boxes. A log grader and government lumber inspector shared the first class box with me and my guide. It held 6 adults and was, 4 feet high by 10 feet wide by 8 feet long with a cotton cloth covering a metal floor.
The cost of a 1st class box between Kalewa and Mawlaik was 20,000 Kyats.
Dinner and breakfast in Mawlaik cost 6000 Kyats, The guest house cost 10,000 Kyats but that was because I stayed longer than 24 hours or beyond the 2 p.m. cut off time. The Guesthouse, which was located across the street from the police station, let me use their bicycle for free to tour the village. All guest houses have TVs. It was a good opportunity to sit with the locals and observe or interact.
I met many geologists during my trip on the river. They were on the river conducting investigations for coal and natural gas. Another natural resource was sand, which was excavated and exported for construction purposes. Unfortunately, the sand excavation resulted in undermining the banks along the river.
- January 5, 2014 Leave Mawlaik by boat at 5:45 p.m. Arrive in Homalin 2 p.m. on January 6.
- The boat grounded at 9 p.m. and for one hour all the men got off the boat to rock it free. They were unable to push it off the sandbar like they had earlier. So a tug boat was called up from Mawlaik to pull us out to deeper water. Men stationed on each side of the boat use simple bamboo poles and probed the water to determine depth.
- Later we got stuck on another sandbar at 2 a.m. It was too dark to continue, so they shut down the boat until daylight, or 6 a.m. Getting up in the middle of the night to use the outhouse and shimmying along the narrow walkway with a fast flowing river over the edge was quite an experience – But the stars in the night sky were spectacular.
- The lights in the 1st class box stayed on all night, making sleep difficult. The sounds through the paper thin walls of snoring, farting, crying babies, and the cold metal floor, as well as gasoline smelling like it had an additive of naphthalene, made sleep impossible.
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Sights along the Chindwin.
To see villages, stupas, and trade along the river was worth the inconvenience. This stretch of the river includes jade and surface gold mines, and, like the rest of the river, a lot of teak logging. Early the next morning, in the dense fog, the vendor boats arrived to sell “fast food.”
- The log grader and government lumber official got off at one of the logging stops along the river. In their place, a woman who sold betel nuts to support her entire family, got on to share the 1st class box. She talked, or perhaps it was the betel nut that talked, nonstop for 3 hours.
- An alternative to river travel from Mawlaik to Homalin is a 100 km road on the east side of the Chindwin River. It’s a 2 day ride, depending upon the weather.
The cost of a 1st class box between Mawlaik and Homalin was 30,000 Kyats for foreigners. Food on the boat was 5000 Kyats. Once I arrived in Homalin, dinner in town was 2250 Kyats. There are more guest houses in Homalin than in the other villages along the river, but most were full when we arrived at 2:30 p.m. So I ended up at one of the simple places for 10,000 Kyats per room. They kindly provided a pail of heated water for a bucket shower.
Due to the delay on the river, we arrived at the Myanma Airlines office in Homalin at 2:30 p.m. We had to wait around until 5:30 p.m. before tickets could be purchased because there were reservations for all the seats. There are only two airlines that fly into Homalin, so departure from Homalin was limited to 3 times per week. If I didn’t catch the plane I would have been in Homalin another 4 days. That would have meant missing other sites I wanted to see in Myanmar.
- Myanma Airline staff graciously sent a local boy to all the homes and guesthouses of those with flight reservations to see if there would be any no-shows. There were four cancellations. The plane ticket for a foreigner cost $90 US (must be USD and exact amount) and for locals it cost 64,000 Kyats. Plus there’s a charge of 2000 Kyats for non-carryon luggage.
January 7, 2014 The plane left in the morning around 8 a.m. The same people who sold the tickets in town, processed tickets at the airport, checked baggage, and served as security before boarding. This meant if you were in town and had questions while they were at the airport, you had to wait until the plane departed. There was a separate inspection of my purse, which was conducted in a dark closet by a female employee. I don’t think she could see anything. Be sure to reserved 4000 kyats for the taxi to the airport (which was basically the back of a truck.)
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Stilwell’s 1942 Retreat from Burma through Homalin
On May 12, 1942 General Joseph Stilwell led 114 Americans, British, Chinese and Burmese into Homalin. The next day they crossed the Chindwin River. They started in Maymyo on May 1 and arrived in Imphal, India on May 20. Stilwell knew the Japanese were on their heels so he set a tough pace: fourteen miles per day at 105 steps per minute. Fifty minutes of marching per hour with a ten minute break. The Japanese arrived in Homalin only a day after Stilwell’s group crossed the Chindwin. In those three weeks they marched through jungles and up mountains, losing an average of 25 lbs per person.
On May 24, 1942 Stilwell gave an interview to a New Delhi reporter, “I claim we got a hell of a beating. We got run out of Burma and it is humiliating as hell. I think we ought to find out what caused it, go back and retake it.”
We always hear about the Allies journeys through exotic lands. But who did they pass along the way? Below is a day by day summary of Stilwell’s retreat and the problems they encountered with photos from Homalin of the type of people they may have seen on their journey.
April 27, 1942 Heard an ugly rumor from Limie: the Chinese are leaving Lashio (about 100 miles east). Chiang Kai-shek (CKS) said to stay in Burma. Sixty boats sunk by Japanese on Irrawaddy. Flew all the British women out of and most of the Head Quarters crowd.
April 29, 1942 Swebo hit by 27 Japanese bombers.
April 30, 1942 Officers are beginning to lose their grip, squabbling over rice and trucks. Lashio was taken. Ava Bridge over Irrawaddy blown-up by Chinese to stop Japanese. Imminent danger of disintegration and collapse.
May 1, 1942 Japanese on Maymyo road. Started evacuation from Maymyo 6 am. Arrived in Zigon 10 pm. Car stalled. Three hour delay.
May 2, 1942 Left Zigon at 6 am arrived in Pintha at 11 PM. Battled along oxen-trails. Dr. Seagrave got some medical equipment off a bull cart. Had a bath using a farm well.
May 3,1942 Left Pintha at 6:30 am arrived in Wuntho at 9:30 pm CKS says to go to Myitkyina. Tomorrow we’ll head towards Mogaung. Need to decide whether to wait three days for elephants to carry food or forage later. Bridges needed repair before trucks could cross. Sent mules ahead to cross Chindwin at Kalewa then travel through Kalemyo to Tedim.
May 5, 1942 Myitkyina out. Had to make a decision whether to take the route to Tamu, due west of Mawlaik on Chindwin or head towards Kawlum and cross Chindwin from Homalin. Chose Homalin. Heard elephants trumpeting in the woods. Broken gas line in car. Another car got stuck in sand. Limie’s truck blocked ford in river: didn’t want to get his feet wet. Had to abandon all vehicles and find other crossing. Serious fords to cross with monsoon. Saw head man at village. Said all coolies went south. Will take 10 days to get rafts or next village has 60 porters and mules. Good eggs (people) here.
May 6, 1942 Late start at 3:30 am. Last radio message – destroyed radio
May 7, 1942 Arrived in Magyigan. Hard going across river. Some carried mattresses and bedding. Stripped everyone down to only 10 lbs per person. Of the 12 officers 4 are seriously ill. Merrill fell face first. Christ but we are a poor lot. Marched down the middle of Chaungyyi River rather than fight the vegetation along the shore.
May 8, 1942 Arrived in Saingkyu. Chattering monkeys in jungle. Japanese bombers overhead. We’re not out yet. Had tea and good sleep.
May 9, 1942 Arrived in Maingkaing – Charged by rogue elephant. Began travel on flat bed raft with bamboo hand poles on Uyu River.
May 10, 1942 Put Seagraves Burmese nurses on roof of rafts. Nice ride but too damn slow. Took break at 22:00 then poled all night on river.
May 11, 1942 Rain. That’s ominous. Had a hell of a time getting everyone going. Big chicken dinner. Off again at 22:00. Many snags and rafts breaking up. Rumor preparations made for us in Homalin.
May 12, 1942 Arrived in Homalin. It’s Mother’s Day. No one’s here. Commissioner up river. Camped in temple.
May 13, 1942 Left at 6 am and traveled 3 miles north of Homalin to cross Chindwin by dugout. After we crossed, one of the guerilla leaders took his horse through the chowline. “What will I do with him?” Thunderstorm ahead.
May 14, 1942 Passed by bright green snake. Sissy Brig complaining. Climbed in heavy rains to Kawlum. Met British relief expedition with ponies, medical supplies and food.
May 15, 1942 Time change. Beautiful view of Mainpur Hills.
May 16, 1942 Met Tangkhul bearers. Fine people. Haircut like Iroquois. Men wore g-string sashes. Arrived in Chamu – beautiful view. Thatched covered bridge. Coolies built me a house in an hour.
May 17. 1942 Seventeen miles to Pushing. Naga came out with rice wine to welcome “great man.” Pushing like Alaska with totem pole boards. Saw Tangkhul with safety pin earring.
May 18, 1942 Six miles to Ukhrul. Noisy night with bugs. Tangkhuls wear a ring on their dink while working in the fields with the women. Women strip down to nothing with the heat. Imphal bombed again.
May 19, 1942 Rained. Passed through Limpo. Made 21 miles. Got cigarettes and chocolate.
May 20, 1942 Rained all night. Cordial reception by Limies. The PA, an old fart, didn’t know I wanted him to forward radio message from May 6. Colossal Jackass.
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Mawlaik has a Golf Course: British Raj in Myanmar
January 5, 2014
I borrowed a bicycle and joined U Thant Zin for a tour of the Victorian Village in Mawlaik.
Let me take you back to 1916.
To support the teak trade along the Chindwin, the British imported their way of life from back home. So Mawlaik has a golf course, although the grass is not always cut these days.
And where there’s a club house there’s story.
The club house appears to have been the center of social gatherings during the Victorian era.
I suggest that you read Burmese Days to get an understanding of how important the club house was to those wanting to keep a link to the mother land which was at least a month long journey back home.
The terrain is not conducive to raising horses and Mawlaik was not a big military site. Maybe they used the grounds to play polo or cricket.
The teak trade must have been brisk for the British to have built such a large government building in such a remote area. My question is: what kind of work would the government employees do?
What struck me about the current use of the government offices was that the Burmese appear to be temporary tenants, ready to pick up and move. Nothing seems permanent.
Some offices remain empty, like the court room.
Prisoners were Burmese only.When U Thant Zin and I passed by the jail, he just shook his head. That was statement enough.
There’s a new hospital in Mawlaik built adjacent to the old one. The old brick building is not seismically stable and Mawlaik has seen a number of earthquakes. New hospital serves all.
U Thant Zin sounded bitter when we walked around what he called the “white section” of the hospital. They have torn down the old Burmese section of the hospital.
What would any Victorian Village be without a Christian church?
It even had a bell tower. Imagine being a Buddhist and hearing the bell every Sunday and maybe for weddings, too. I heard Caucasian women from Britain were enticed to visit for just such purposes.
Since Mawlik was ruled by the British, they needed a Government Commissioner and he needed a lodging with the finest teak woodwork.
Currently, the Myanmar government is investing some funds into the restoration of the old British buildings.
These abandoned buildings just sit there. I didn’t see any work being done while I was there.
I was surprised the flooring was not teak but either tile or linoleum. Maintaining buildings and in particular wood is expensive in the hot humid climate along the Chindwin. It was phenomenal that these buildings were still standing. They’d be perfect as a back drop in some BBC movie.
Hidden in the back, the bedrooms appeared to serve as housing for the landlord’s family. Again, there was a sense of willingly temporary use.
Wherever there are government officials, there are government officers to protect them. Their homes were not as elaborate as the superintendents.
But, they were fancy enough to have a western style crapper.
U Thant Zin said only British buildings had fireplaces.
There hasn’t been much entertaining in the officer’s salon in recent years, so the current landlords have converted it into a Buddhist shrine.
All British kitchens were kept separate from the rest of the house. As noted in Kalewa, fires are not unusual and rebuilding the kitchen is much easier than the whole house.
Today, they caretakers have moved their cooking into the main building. Yet notice how temporary it looks.
I can’t imagine them using these “two-man” saws today. But if they still use oxen to haul the logs to the river, then maybe they don’t have chainsaws large enough to cut the teak lumber.
British staff were needed to manage the locals.
And the British Forester must have been as important as the Commissioner. with the harvest of the Teak being paramount. You can tell his importance by the size of the house.
But all that remains from the Victorian era are the buildings. In 1942 the Japanese invaded Burma and the British fled to India. The Raj never returned. It is up to you to use your imagination and fill these buildings in with the people who lived and died there.
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Mawlaik-Not Just Any Village on the Chindwin River: The Battle of Imphal, 1944
January 4, 2014
Mawlaik is a close-knit village 10,000 strong in the township of Mawlaik which has only 100,000 inhabitants. It was the center for British teak logging in the 20th century.
Given the bridge to Mawlaik from Kalewa was severed by monsoon rains and earthquakes and the road to Homalin is almost a two day ride away, most people reach Mawlaik by boat.
When traveling to remote areas, it helps to visualize the arrival point. Mawlaik is located at the top of a steep sandstone bank. I was happy to pay $0.50 to have a porter haul my bag up that hill.
During the monsoon, the Chindwin River swells, flooding launching areas that are inaccessible during the dry season.
At one time they had established docking facilities, but the banks were continually eroded away by monsoon rains and the locals dredged sand for construction. The slope became inaccessible.
- Mawlaik is a village that works together. At the top of the eroded bank the road had crumbled. So a new road had to be built. The women worked side-by-side with the men, laying the gravel bedding while the men used a portable cement mixer to prepare the concrete, and then leveled the grade. All of this was completed by hand.
Next to the construction site was a permanent water station, much like our drinking fountains. These water posts, maintained by the locals, are found throughout Myanmar. This simple act of generosity exemplifies the kind of people you find in Myanmar.
- So how does one get to know a small village like Mawlaik? A good place to start is at the local tea house.
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A TV was wedged in the corner of this riverside restaurant playing Myanmar’s version of Next Top Idol, only their stars were painted-up 10-year-old girls.
Meat is scarce along the river. But soups are offered morning, noon and night. Personally, I did not like their traditional morning fish soup, but don’t miss their fried tofu paddies.
Most of their food is fried in oil, which can be a fire risk.
There is plenty of bottled water or tea for when you’re thirsty. Unfortunately, most women don’t drink beer. So I got a few questioning looks when I ignored that custom. Other than administrative buildings, there are no restaurants or other reminders to show travelers this town had been under British rule.
- After the British left, the people continued to work in the teak industry. They implemented many of the British forestry practices.
- Locals work in the lumber mill across the river. They drive the river rafts that transport logs weighing up to 300 tonnes downstream.
Some grade the lumber before sending it to market. Others represent the government, and ensure that the logs traveling down the river are permitted and not stolen.
- In addition to teak logging, villagers from neighboring settlements work the land and bring their goods to the local market in Mawlaik.
- Bamboo, gold, natural gas, tea and betel nut are other local cash crops.
A woman I met on the boat, sold enough betel nuts to villages along the Chindwin, to support her entire family, and she put her two children through higher education. I couldn’t understand a word she said in Burmese. But what ever it was, she talked non-stop for three hours straight. I think it was the betel nut talking for her.
- Needless to say, betel nut is the preferred stimulant in Myanmar as opposed to cigarettes. It stains the teeth red; vampire red. But no one seems to notice.
In each village, the locals support the Buddhist monks. Every morning, the monks walk from house to house with their eating utensils in hand, knowing locals will fill their bowls. Some monks push carts throughout town, collecting from restaurants and businesses, to feed those that cannot go out on their own.
Life is simple in Mawlaik. Homes are usually made of wood with open-air windows. Most walk or ride bicycles.
- There are a few guesthouses for travelers, usually filled with geologists exploring the land for oil and minerals.
- The guest house where I stayed was across the street from the police station. I found I was treated kindly if I reported my presence upon arrival.
- Once it was know an English speaking tourist had arrived, the locals sent me to U Thant Zin, a 75 year old elder.
- Education is mandatory in Myanmar to the age of nine. Yet there is so much more to learn. U Thant Zin has taken it upon himself to teach English. He is also the local historian, passing down tales from the past to his students.
- One of his stories includes the 1944 Battle at Imphal. The Japanese stormed Mawlaik after crossing the Chindwin. Then they marched through the mountains bordering India and Burma to Imphal, the China-Burma-India (CBI) headquarters for the British during WWII. The Japansese lost at Imphal and had to retreat. The Japanese who were injured or sick with malaria and typhus were abandoned in Mawlaik. Those men committed suicide in the local Forestry office. U Thant Zin joked that given the shortage of balls after the war, the Japanese heads were later used by the children as futballs (soccer).
With all the unexplored wilderness and resources Myanmar has to offer, there’s no doubt that the villages along the Chindwin will host more and more tourists in the future.
- When they arrive, U Thant Zin’s students will be there to carry on his tradition.
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Kalewa: 1942 Evacuation Route from Rangoon to India
January 3, 2014 After the fall of Rangoon in April, 1942, a bailey bridge was shipped to Shwegyn, ten km south of Kalewa, where those fleeing the Japanese 55th Divison were trapped on the east side of the Chindwin River.
The Rangoon residents then crossed the Chindwin and started the second leg of the evacuation route, on elephants or by foot, up the Moutaka Road along mountainous paths to Imphal, India . The route became known as the India-Myanmar Friendship Road.
This town of 16,000 people, at the junction of two rivers, the Chindwin and Myittha, is approximately 115 years-old. To the east are the Swe Tha Min (Golden Deer) Mountains
On the west, towards India, are the Chin Mountains. Kalewa continues to be a river and road link between Burma and India.
The local guesthouses are filled with businessmen interested in gold mining and teak lumber.
And a few travelers, like me, who are not accustomed to squat toilets,
bucket showers,
or having electricity only three hours a day, from six to nine in the evening, when phones and computers can be charged.
Other people make their living from tea, betel nuts,
and coal.
According to the seventy-one-year-old elder, U Pho Htsin, the British came in 1885. Most of the original inhabitants were Chin and Naga from India.
Now, 40% are Chin, 58% Burmese and 2% from India with 98% Buddhist and the remaining population Hindu or Christian.
The monsoon, from June to August, is extreme. But during the dry months there is a significant risk of fire. In 1962 and 1980 fires, from cooking stoves, destroyed most of the village. All documents were lost. Now, Kalewa has three fire trucks.
In addition to river travel, there is a road from Monywa that takes about ten hours to travel.
West of Kalewa about 20 km, or a two-hour truck ride, is Kalaymo, with a population 300,000. On January 7, 2014, all of the elected officials from the Sagaing Division met in Kalaymo to listen to Aung San Suu Kyi from the National league for Democracy.
Myanmar or Burma, is a country with 135 tribes and 9 common ethnic groups, one being Burmese. Before independence from Great Britain was finalized, in 1948, Myanma was the written name and Bama the spoken. Not all citizens from the Republic of the Union of Myanmar are Burmese. So the name of Myanmar is more inclusive than Burma, but old habits are hard to break. Many people still call Myanmar, Burma.
In 1947, Aung San, a thirty-two-year old Burmese revolutionary nationalist and founder of the modern army, secured a commitment from the British to give his country, Burma, independence within one year. Aung San had belonged to the Communist party and supported the Japanese during WWII, until March 1945, when he changed his alliance to the Allies due to the Japanese treatment of his people. He was assassinated within six months of securing his country’s independence from Great Britain, leaving behind a two-year-old daughter Aung San Suu Kyi (pronounced Ong san sue chee.)
Aung San Suu Kyi attended Oxford, married Michael Arris, a Brit, and had two children. In 1988, a year of great upheaval in Burma, she returned home to attend to her sick mother. She spoke out against the dictatorship and was put under house arrest, on and off, until 2010. In 1991 she received the Nobel Peace Prize as a human right’s activist. Suu Kyi, who recently won political office, is actively pursuing the presidency. But there’s a law on the Myanmar books that says anyone running for president cannot be related to a foreigner, as she is—with a British husband, who died in 1999, and their two sons. The military is hesitant to endorse her, not wanting to upset the delicate relationship between their civilian-military government and democracy.
When I travel, I foolishly ask about local politics. I was surprised to learn that although many of the men support Suu Kyi, they feel that at the age of 70, in 2015, she will be too old to be president. Perhaps because of the traditional role women play in Myanmar, I did not find any women who supported Suu Kyi. Yet there is a resurgence of interest from democratic countries, who want to invest in Myanmar; and who support Suu Kyi. But I was told that rather than do business with super-powers, like the US, Europe, or Japan, the Burmese prefer to do business with their neighbors, the bourgeoning powers of India and China. In remote regions, like Kalewa, change is slow.
Suu Kyi is an inspiration to many, having single-mindedly dedicated her life to Burma, a country that has been under a brutal regime for many years. She is quoted as saying, “Fear is a habit—I am not afraid.” Having proven that, she has my vote.
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Monywa – Reclining Buddhas and Opium Smoking Nuns
January 2, 2014
- I gave up my window seat on the early morning bus ride from Bagan to Monywa to a young bald nun in a pink robe. She and her sister were assigned seats in different rows. She looked terrified. As a consequence of the trade, I shared a bench with a young man who spit betel juice the entire five hour jam-packed ride. Lucky me!
- I understand the fear shown by the young woman, given the January 2014 riot where a Buddhist mob killed dozens of Muslims in western Myanmar, close to where the bus was taking us. Muslim and Buddhist conflicts have left 140,000 people homeless since 2012. There’s good reason to be cautious ‘in the wild west of Myanmar.’
I was en route to the Chindwin River, where my 350 mile plus boat trip would start the next morning in Monywa and end several days later in Homalin. Everyone thought I was crazy traveling upstream with unpredictable boat conditions, no airline reservations to get back to the main tourist route, and limited time. I was to meet my guide, Mr. Saw, later that evening in Monywa. So I hired a motor cycle to visit the Buddhist caves in the afternoon.
- It took one hour to get to the caves with reclining Buddhas and was well worth the bumpy trip.
Un-excavated ruins bring out the “why” in me. Why reclining?
Why in caves?
Try to imagine this site in the 11th century. I don’t think much would change other than the erosion.
Are these dogs guarding the entrance? If not, then what are they?
A troop of monkeys call these ruins home.
They’re deteriorating rapidly with the wet climate. What is being lost and should anything be done to save them?
These active religious sites are still visited by locals, daily. So what will restoration do to their culture?
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Bagan and Burmese Days – George Orwell
January 1, 2014
What an idyllic way to get to know a country. Reading Burmese Days not only allowed me a glimpse into the past but my Kindle didn’t work without internet or cloud reception. So I had nothing to read.
It’s hard to imagine what 13,000 temples, pagodas and stupas would look like when only 2,000 remain today and they dominate the Bagan landscape. If you want a good view, go to the Shwe-San daw Pagoda. It’s probably best to go at sunrise when it is less crowded and the balloons (which start around 7:45) are floating over the plain. Also, the heat can be overwhelming in the afternoon.
There seems to be a perfect view from every spot – so expect to return home with more photos than you can ever share.
Bicycling as far as the eye can reach is the way to see and get to know this site. But don’t underestimate what you’ve tackled. With a little over 40 square acres, make sure you carry plenty of water, sunscreen, a hat, and don’t leave home without a map. Bicycling at night with a flash light just isn’t practical, so beware of potholes in the road and schedule your trips to fit your bicycle skills.
Yes, there will be crowds, especially at the better preserved and more accessible temples along the road.
But explore off road pagodas, where you get to see what it must’ve been like in the 11th-13 century, when Bagan was in its prime and the temples towered over the bashas of the local villagers.
When I visited the site I couldn’t help but wonder who built these religious structures and why. The thirty-foot tall, gold-leafed Buddhas are still imposing, even today.
What I loved about Myanmar is the mixture of tourists with locals, who go to the temples to pray. Be sure to wear shoes you can slip on and off quickly. You must go barefoot in all Myanmar temples. After a full day of bicycle riding and padding barefoot on the cold temple floors, be ready for dirty feet and cracked heels.
Not all shrines are huge temples. Small pagodas and stupas squeeze in between the large ones. Throughout Myanmar, religious shrines dot the hillside.
Old building and infrastructure crumbles. The people who built them to ensure a better ‘after-life’ are gone. So who’s left to fix them?
When you arrive in Bagan by air, they charge an archaeology fee. Don’t lose the receipt if you want to climb the Shwe-San daw Pagoda. And don’t begrudge the small payment needed to maintain the site.
It’s not as though these temples have regular parishioners to cover the cost. Even though you find monks everywhere and thus would expect them to actively provide the upkeep, like foreigners, most monks are tourists. But they have the privilege of tolling the bells; for whom, why or at what time, I don’t know.
Whenever I visit an archaeological site, I wonder what it must’ve been like when it was flourishing. Like many villages in Myanmar, Bagan had water access, and not just any river, but the Irrawaddy (Ayeyarwaddy) River – the historical thoroughfare from northern to southern Burma. A few villagers remain in the area, mostly selling the beautiful lacquer ware typical of the area or books, like Burmese days, to remind tourists what once was.
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Myanmar – A Country with a Ton of Gold, Precious Gems, Opium and Buddha
December 31, 2014
Even if you’ve visited a thousand pagodas, Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon is worth the visit. With a gold gilded roof 400 feet tall and a spire an additional 400 feet, the shock of seeing so much gold is overwhelming. Gold is mined in northern Myanmar, where there is an age-old struggle between the government and the local tribes, and where the Chinese are changing the landscape, forever.
Pagodas? Stupas? What’s the difference? Pagodas are tiered towers created as places of mediation. Stupas, or mounded heaps, are sacred sites for holy relics and burial grounds. Shwedagon has both, pagodas for prayer and stupas as a final resting place for the ashes of Buddhist monks. With all the guerrilla warfare and rush for natural resources in Myanmar, I believe religion will be the key to lasting change.
In India, only Majulie had a strong Hindu monk presence. In Myanmar, Buddhist monks are everywhere.
It is truly humbling to see how intently these people pray. They seem to find solace in it. When speaking with them, their philosophy is to: take only what is needed. That’s honorable, but it seems to have thwarted their economic growth and suppressed their standard of living.
Like India, Myanmar (formerly known as Burma) was a part of the British Empire. Throughout Yangon there are relics of what once was.
Some have called Yangon an ugly city at first glance; albeit one with unlimited potential.
Only recently has there been significant progress in reaching a peace accord between the government and the twenty six tribes who want to govern their land separately. This political instability has resulted in Myanmar being one of the last unexploited frontiers to bid on.
The most frustrating thing for me, as a tourist in Myanmar, was the undependable transportation system. Airlines were either late, or completely canceled with only a moment’s notice. Trains were so old, that you couldn’t blame them when they broke down. And the river system is dependent on nature, getting stuck on a sandbar is the norm. So leave a buffer in your travel time and travel with a lot of cash. You may want to check out Go-Myanmar.com. They are have great insight on air and train travel. Recently, ATMs have arrived in Myanmar, but only in large cities. Also, the internet and cell phone service is costly and unreliable. Consequently, blatant, bootlegged communication services have sprung up. So enjoy life without a cloud connection.
But the Burmese passively accept what I would consider inconveniences. They live in the present, with rich traditions from the past and after years of political struggle are wary of the future.
They are a people that carry-on.
- They don’t complain. If they don’t have enough money to rent space for a kitchen, they just throw a lean-to on the sidewalk.
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Typical sidewalk cafe. And the people come.
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- Beautiful display of “fast food.”
- So why visit Myanmar? It is a mystical land devoted to tradition, with an unexplored wilderness, bursting with natural resources. It seems to be the simple life we all long for, until we get it.
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Seamstress
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Is that Calcutta or Kolkata: Post British Raj and Border Disputes
December 30, 2013 Did you know the largest segment of the population of Calcutta or Kolkata as it’s now called, is from Bangladesh and not India? For that reason there continues to be border disputes in the once political, cultural, and intellectual capital of the India.
The Victoria Memorial in Kolkata is a fascinating contradiction; it’s more of a tribute to the struggle for Indian independence from the British than homage to the Raj. It’s said the British gained control of India when the East India Company bribed lower level officers under the Mogul emperors to betray their own countrymen. In India, there continues to be conflicts between the government and various factions, but they fit the struggles into their daily routines like they do their Sunday cricket games.
One day during my trip, a strike prevented everyone from driving on the street, unless they wanted their car stoned. Thankfully I didn’t have a plane to catch that day.
The British Empire reigned over Pakistan, parts of Afghanistan, India, parts of Tibet, Bhutan, Burma and as far east as Siam, now known as Thailand. Along the borders you can see the blending of nationalities.
In 1947, Lord Mountbatten (the same one that’s in Behind the Forgotten Front) presided over the land partition of the British Indian Empire, formerly known as the Indian subcontinent. Mahatma Gandhi and Jawaharlal Nehru participated in the historic event. The assassination of Gandhi, a Hindu, was said to be a consequence of his openness to the Muslims. Nehru became India’s first prime minister.
On paper, the partition lines followed topographic boundaries: not political or religious. Families who had lived for centuries along the border were faced with the difficult decision of abandoning their land and moving to the side that worshiped under their faith. As mentioned earlier in my blog, there continues to be conflicts between Muslims and Hindus along the Pakistan border and between West Bengal India and the former East Bengal now Bangladesh.
Shortly after partition, the Chinese attacked the weaker northern borders in what became known as the Sino Indian War. Lately, China has entered the arena with an eye on Bhutan. So there are skirmishes between Chinese supported rebels on the Manas River along the Assam and Arunachal Pradesh borders, where the Chinese want to build a “Marco Polo” rail line between China and Afghanistan, not for tourism but mining. What kind of progress will that bring?
For a country with a large percentage of the population living in poverty, cell phones are everywhere. Coverage is broken into a million different cells, which means a lack of coverage for us travelers moving from cell to cell. Satellites are seen nestled in many yards. Indians use cell phones like a radio, not so much for telephone correspondence but for music, updates on strikes and news.
India is a fascinating country to visit but for me it would be a difficult place to live. Securing change is monumental and it takes a lifetime of dedication.
I was grateful to be at the Mother House for the Sunday service and to receive communion.
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India to Bhutan – A Stones Throw Away
December 29, 2013
The Manas River above, which is between India to Bhutan, is discussed as part of a December 30 blog on Border Disputes.
The region known as the “Chicken Neck” of India includes the states of Assam and Arunachal Pradesh. They form the frontier with Bhutan, one of the most remote, rugged regions in the world
with fascinating agrarian practices.
Rivers from the Himalayans drain through India, providing a great quantity of fish,
floodwaters for rice paddies,
and wildlife reserves that are patrolled not only by park rangers
but the Indian military.
Tall grasslands with deciduous and evergreen broad-leaf trees hide a biologically diverse community as well as political insurgents.
Bamboo forests provide habitat for wildlife. Commercially bamboo is a food source (bamboo hearts), fiber for clothes, kindling, used in construction, and all paper in India is made of bamboo
When harvested, it must be softened to be woven, such as for baskets
If not softened, it may be used as poles in the construction of bashas, thatched huts with plastered walls.
Basha is a term I frequently used in my novel, Behind the forgotten Front.
Other plants mentioned in my book include banana palms,
found in most yards
and Banyan trees, which are frequently planted along the roadside as shade trees.
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WWII Cemeteries: CBI Theater
December 28, 2013
He gave the greatest gift of all: the gift of his unfinished life.
Having grown up with a ritual of going to the family cemetery on Memorial Day, I’ve never thought of cemeteries in any way other than a spring outing. So I was surprised when my emotions were high jacked at the Digboi and Jairampur WWII Cemeteries.
In God’s good time we shall meet again. Until then, in silence we remember. Mam and Dad.
This corner of a foreign field is forever England.
Some day we will understand.
Sleep on, Dear Son, and take thy rest. The blow was hard, but God knows best.
In loving memory of my dear son, Ken. You are constantly in the thoughts of Mam & family.
Treasured memories of a loving Son.
We will always remember his smile. Mom and Dad.
At the Jairampur Cemetery, where only Chinese are buried,
tombstones were defaced and graves unearthed.
That hurt, knowing the contributions the Chinese made towards the construction of the Stilwell Road and their unfortunate inexperienced valor on the front.
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Stilwell Road – Old Caravan Route to China
December 27, 2013
A man a mile – was the death count during WWII’s construction of the Stilwell Road; a near impossible engineering feat in itself but even more so during wartime. Malaria, typhus and monsoon-soaked, crumbling hills were the biggest killers – not the Japanese.
Caravans, between China and Persia, had passed near the Pangsau Pass years earlier but, unlike the WWII army, had no need to carry army tanks or troops of men. The Stilwell Road started in Ledo India.
Transport to Ledo during WWII was via narrow gauge rail, which had been set up to service the tea plantations.
They called it the chicken neck of India; beyond the boondocks. You‘ve heard of Naga head hunters?”
This was the territory of the Sing Pho and Naga tribes. Descendents of both tribes still live within a couple miles of each other today. During WWII the Sing Pho signed an easement with the U.S. government, giving the Allies the right to construct portions of the thousand mile road on their land.
In a manila folder containing important documents dating from the 1800s to 2013, the governing heir of the Sing Pho tribe , King Dowa Bisa Nong Sing Pho and his family, safeguard these records.
Although the Sing Pho are Buddhists, many of the Naga are Christian. This remote region is one of the few areas in India that has a history of Christianity since before WWII. It seems strange to think that at one time the Naga were both headhunters and Christians.
There continues to be struggles along the border of India and Burma between the tribes and their respective government. Due to unpredictable clashes, the road has seen deterioration and cross border permits are given only under special conditions.
This may be changing in the near future. The governments of both India and China are interested in restoring the Stilwell Road in their respective countries and through Burma. Problems with gold and precious gem mining, opium trade, teak harvesting, dams, tiger reserves, conservation efforts, funding, and property rights need to be resolved first.
Current investments in road projects along the Indian border and by the Chinese in Burma suggest a drastic change for the future of this area.
Within India, old WWII barracks, along the Stilwell Road, continue to be utilized by the Indian military as cantonments.
Unfortunately they are not open to the public but at least they found a use for them and weren’t abandoned.
This part of the Himalayas is so rugged that only part of the coal and oil deposits have been used. The Indian’s say when oil was discovered in Assam an Indian boy, in surprise and fear, showed the British the oil on his feet from walking through the field. The British response was, “Dig boy dig.”
My book, Behind the Forgotten Front, takes a look at this part of the world from 1942-1945.
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India’s SSS – Scaffolding, Streets, Sewers
December 26 , 2013
The civil engineer in me cringed at the sight of flexible bamboo scaffolding (no OSHA in India) and
framing, supported by a brick here and there. (How can they ever get anything level?)
I’ve heard “Hasta manana” in Latin America. But in India, it’s “Hasta next year or when we get to it.” Construction projects are seen in progress everywhere, yet it appears to take years for completion.
Right next door to the start of something new and only half done was prime historical architecture, forgotten and falling apart.
Maybe it has something to do with phased funding or, as I was told, that 5% of the population pays for infrastructure from a populous of 2% being rich beyond description and 18% middle class. The remaining 80% are too poor to pay anyhing. But everyone pitches in to keep the temples maintained; it’s a priority.
There’s also the problem that some potential sources of revenue have had their taxes waived which could have been used to improve India’s infrastructure. That income stream should be analyzed, even if it means some of the foreign outsourcing companies that use cheap Indian labor need to pitch-in.
My traffic engineering eye closed after seeing a road striped for a single lane in each direction with five vehicles headed one way and two the other for a total of seven lanes in a space sufficient for two.
I’ve driven a car in North, Central and South America, Australia and New Zealand, and Europe but I would NEVER drive in India.
They’ve got trucks, buses, cars, motor bikes, tuk tuks, bicycles, rickshaws, cows, elephants, camels, and people all on the same stretch.
Along streets with rickshaws as the mode of transportation, storm drain pipes that would keep the road from flooding, that were six feet in diameter and probably cost millions of dollars, waited for the return of funding and construction workers.
Now, just because the open sewers can be hidden under the sidewalk, it doesn’t mean they’re not there.
Having spent much of my life on sanitary pump and pipe line designs and cursed with a weak bladder, I have an affinity for sewers.
They called western-style toilets; lady’s toilets. Otherwise they were the squat and brace yourself style; which probably helps build up the quads and stretch out the ham strings.
Good yoga training.
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Masks, Monks, Majuli
December 25, 2013
Majuli monks are famous for masks and traditional dance.
Sixty five monasteries or Satras were built on the island of Majuli. Monks dominate the island. Consequently, there is little commercial development and almost no public lodging.
There are several restaurants serving fish from the adjacent rivers to tourists willing to make the round trip journey in a day from Jorhat.
Annually, the Brahmaputra River floods the island’s banks.
Crops are destroyed, foundations eroded and boat access eliminated.
The Vaishnava branch of Hinduism, which is practiced on the island, demands total submission, leaving the monks childlike.
Satras provide bed and board for the monks, but adults are expected to earn their keep and contribute to the support of boy monks.
Over twenty years ago Keshab Kakati’s parents sent him to the monastery at the age of five. He had thrashed his own rice the day before I arrived and stored it in jars to last the upcoming year.
In addition to being a local guide, he hosts a radio program and is a journalist. I offered him dinner at my guest house but he declined, saying he would have to fast the entire next day if he was to eat somewhere other than his Satra.
Christmas morning I crossed the Brahmaputra River to Majuli.
Finding a seat on the boat was challenging but the people were friendly, even if we could only speak with our hands.
At dusk, a planet, probably Mars, shining brighter than a street lamp, conjured thoughts of the “Star of Bethlehem” and home.
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Charged by a Rhino
December 19-23, 2013
I didn’t expect to get charged by a rhino. He just happened to unsuspectingly slip out from the elephant grass where our jeep was parked for bird watching. Surprised the shit out of everyone.
Do your homework when you decide to go on a safari, The weather was dry and vegetation was green, but the grass was so high, it hid the animals. In Behind the Forgotten Front, Merrill’s Marauders and the Mars Task Force pushed through this grass; nervous that at the next bend they’d walk into the barrel of a Japanese gun.
Moral of the story: go when it’s most uncomfortable for you, it may be the best time for a safari. I also learned to not depend on Google for weather predictions. The closest weather station may be a hundred miles away. Look at photos of the locals or those who traveled there the same time you plan to visit.
Next, decide which class you want to travel. I traveled 3rd class, which did not have a lot of luxuries but I got to meet many locals. If given the chance I’d take a tent over a bamboo thatched basha any day; tents are warmer.
Don’t forget, the animals are wild and not accustomed to our paparazzi obsessions. We stopped for a New Zealand tourist to take a photo of a family of monkeys. Before she could focus, the alpha male was pounding on the hood.
In Behind the Forgotten Front, I had domesticated and wild elephants.
The difference, you ask? Domesticated elephants back’s don’t slope down and the wild Indian elephants are extremely shy.
The best way to find an animal is to track it by its dropping and their prints. As you can imagine, elephants have rounded feet whereas rhinos have cloven hooves.
You’ll find the Rhino Dungplant only by old rhino droppings
Tigers are nocturnal. I wasn’t lucky enough to see one, but going to their haunts, like a stream is your best bet of finding one.
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Masala Tea and the Spice Valley: aka Indus Valley
December 16-18, 2013
I never knew I loved Masala tea (Authentic Indian Chai tea recipe at end of this blog) until I arrived in Udaipur Rajasthan; the Indus Valley.
In my original writing of Behind the Forgotten Front I had the protagonist, Harry, look up into the canopy of the tea trees. But tea grows in gardens and is trimmed to a height of two feet. Harry would’ve had to be on his butt to see through a real tea tree canopy.
I loved the Muslim call to prayer at dawn and dusk in Rajasthan, along the Pakistan border. Throughout India there is evidence of Muslim architecture, notably the Taj Mahal, which was designed by a Persian architect. Yet the Hindu Indians I met refused to admit the influence of the Muslim culture. The religious strife subtly influences their perspective on everything.
Along the western frontier, the Jain religion (or Jens), are similar but not the same as Hindus. Jainism is non-violence based. Later in my blog, you will see the Buddhist monks in Myanmar (Burma) have been having some violent conflicts.
The Indus valley is still breathtaking today. Of particular interest to me, as an engineer, was the series of artificial lakes constructed during the Mewar Dynasty using the run-off from the Himalayan Mountains. Then to make the hot, arid summers even more enjoyable, they built islands in the lakes; such as the Lake Palace in Lake Pichola.
The Kumbhalgarh Fort, a Mewar Fortress built in the 15th century in the Central Indus Valley with its 22 mile long perimeter wall, is said to be only second in length to the Great Wall of China.
With impregnable walls fifteen feet thick, it towers over the Indus Valley on a hilltop at 3600 feet,
It fell only once to the Moghul ruler, Akabar, due to shortage of water at the fort. The Fort was built on top of 300 Jain and 60 Hindu temples, some are still intact today.
TEENA RAO’S MASAL CHAI TEA RECIPE
INGREDIENTS
- 10 cardamom (green) seeds – grind
- 10 black pepper corn – grind
- 1 cinnamon stick – grated
- 1 finger fresh ginger – grated
- 2 cups water
- 2 cups milk
- 1 tsp tea (1/2 Darjeeling and ½ Assam)
- 2 ½ tsp sugar
DIRECTIONS
- Boil water
- Add tea then boil between 5 50 10 minutes
- Add milk, sugar, pinch of Masala mixture (cardamom, pepper, cinnamon, ginger)
- Bring to rolling boil – boil 2 minutes
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Out of My Comfort Zone…by Choice
December 15, 2013After the long drive from the Deli airport to Bharatpur, I dragged myself off to the World Heritage bird sanctuary; KeoladeoPark, along a hideously noisy road. In India, horn honking is considered the polite thing to do: there are a lot of polite drivers trying to avoid accidents.
Along Keoladeo’s dirt paths wild peacocks lifted their cumbersome bodies into the lower branches of squat trees to avoid night, ground predators. Hawks chased flocks of ducks from still waters. Jackals barked evening calls. And monkeys looked for trouble, as seems to be the case around the world.
My biggest expenditure on my trip was tipping for service. I generally will tip the going rate, but when a knowledgeable guide, like Harish Sharma, with three children at home charges only $1.50 per hour, I tipped 100%. I didn’t care if someone said I over paid.
From Barataphur I visited Agra, home of the Taj Mahal and learned there are tours on nights with full moons but get your ticket a week in advance. Otherwise, the mausoleum should be visited early in the morning; but not on Fridays when it’s closed, nor on Sunday, when Indian families make it their educational outing.
I visited it Sunday afternoon and could have sworn all of India was there.
Yet I admire the newly found middle class in India for offering their children a chance to compete with developed countries.
While waiting for the train in Vrindavan, a homeless woman decided to push me out of my comfort zone. I was the only white face on the platform and had a crowd of spectators staring at me.
With the attention I was getting, she had no luck begging. In anger she slapped my luggage. Others tried to calm her down but I couldn’t help thinking I’d be angry too if I was her. It’s easy for me to step out of my comfort zone; I can always go home when the going gets tough. I thought about the soldiers in my book and how they must have felt stepping off the train in India. Unlike me, they were pushed out of their comfort zone without a choice.
One of my guides said, “India is not poor, it only has poor people.” These poor people can’t even afford firewood. So with “cow dung patties” they make fires to cook on.
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High Tech to Higher Conscious
December 13-14, 2013
“You will find happiness in accepting an apology that is never given.” At the time I read that quote in the New Delhi airport, I didn’t know I’d be moving from High Tech to Higher Conscious and surrounded by such reminders my entire stay in India.
On an average, 75% of the Indian population is Hindu and an additional 5% is Buddhist, Jen, and Sikh, which are considered offshoots of Hindu. Muslims, many from Bangladesh and across adjacent borders of Pakistan and Afghanistan, make up the remaining 20%. Religious clashes in India are like race problems in the US, except you can’t tell a person’s religion from their dress.
Men wear dhoti pants and women seem to float in beautiful saree and dupatia veils (note saree refers to dress that is wrapped whereas sari is one that is stitched to shape)
Recently, in Uttar Pradesh, a young couple, she a Hindi of a middle caste and he a Muslim of a low caste fell in love. The parents found them together and in a rage killed both. The parents were given a jail sentence of 14 years.
The Hindu religion is very complex and the deities are not only numerous but also humorous: an elephant with a gift for doling out wealth and a woman with multiple arms stabbing a demon child are a couple of their most revered deities. But who am I to pass judgment on their gods? I’m sure they would question why we honor a man who’s pictured with his face full of blood from a crown of thorns.
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