The city of Bagan and the surrounding area is an archaeological zone protected by UNESCO world heritage because it contains thousands of pagodas; we found out that Buddhists believe it is a holy site and so they built temples over 2500 years ago as an offering to Buddha. On our first day there we rented bicycles to explore the area and pedaled around for hours under the blazing sun.





That night we went to a bar full of locals and drank Myanmar beer for about 40p a glass and ate barbecue food outside. A table of locals sent us over beer and watermelon and spent the next half an hour giving us thumbs up from across the restaurant! Later on we biked back to our guesthouse and the streets were deserted, I fell off my bike and a Myanmar lady appeared out of the shadows and offered her hand to help me up; I cannot believe how sweet-natured the Myanmar people are, more so than anywhere I've been in the world, and I really hope the sudden influx of tourism here that will undoubtedly continue to gain momentum doesn't ruin their gentle, friendly nature and their beautiful country.
We'd planned an early start to see a small mountain the next morning however after twelve beers each the night before we were feeling awful. On the way our taxi took us to a whiskey plantation where they also harvest palm oil used for cooking and in most cosmetics, even though I was hungover I thought a sample of the whiskey would be a good idea. It wasn't. We arrived at Mount Popa, a volcano that hasn't been active for thousands of years, and began the climb up; I was a little disappointed because I'd put my walking boots on preparing for a challenge but they'd built steps all the way up and made us take off our shoes because of the temple at the top - shoes must always be removed before going into any temple here. I was beginning to think I was going to have to change the name of my blog to 'somethingaboutcows' considering how many of them I'd seen in India but I'm pleased/traumatised to say that I have had a new monkey encounter. On the steps up to Mt.Popa there were hundreds of aggressive monkeys running around and defecating everywhere (at this point I'll remind you that we were barefoot...) and at one point we were stuck in the middle of a violent fight between ten massive monkeys and we were seriously worried about being bitten. Once we'd climbed up, seen the temple at the top and come back down again we sat in a restaurant to have a cold drink but we were overcome with the stench of monkey poo. The smell was everywhere. It also seemed to be coming out of the kitchen so we quickly left and got a taxi back to our hotel.





The following day, after three nights in Bagan, we got an early bus to a town called Kalaw and our bus stopped at a Myanmar roadside cafe for lunch on the way. The Myanmar food that I have had so far has been amazingly delicious, particularly the traditional beef curry, and it usually comes with rice, pickle, a platter of raw and cooked veg as well as a small bowl of soup. This all got delivered to our table and to our horror the soup had that same stench of monkey poo that had made us gag the day before.

The female monks are dressed in pink.

This is a Bagan lady wearing the traditional neck rings. The yellow make-up on her face is natural sunscreen that most Myanmar men and women wear daily.

Here you can see about 14 of the temples but there were many more in the distance that the camera didn't pick up.

There are Buddha statues around every corner.

A large golden pagoda by the river.
That night we went to a bar full of locals and drank Myanmar beer for about 40p a glass and ate barbecue food outside. A table of locals sent us over beer and watermelon and spent the next half an hour giving us thumbs up from across the restaurant! Later on we biked back to our guesthouse and the streets were deserted, I fell off my bike and a Myanmar lady appeared out of the shadows and offered her hand to help me up; I cannot believe how sweet-natured the Myanmar people are, more so than anywhere I've been in the world, and I really hope the sudden influx of tourism here that will undoubtedly continue to gain momentum doesn't ruin their gentle, friendly nature and their beautiful country.
We'd planned an early start to see a small mountain the next morning however after twelve beers each the night before we were feeling awful. On the way our taxi took us to a whiskey plantation where they also harvest palm oil used for cooking and in most cosmetics, even though I was hungover I thought a sample of the whiskey would be a good idea. It wasn't. We arrived at Mount Popa, a volcano that hasn't been active for thousands of years, and began the climb up; I was a little disappointed because I'd put my walking boots on preparing for a challenge but they'd built steps all the way up and made us take off our shoes because of the temple at the top - shoes must always be removed before going into any temple here. I was beginning to think I was going to have to change the name of my blog to 'somethingaboutcows' considering how many of them I'd seen in India but I'm pleased/traumatised to say that I have had a new monkey encounter. On the steps up to Mt.Popa there were hundreds of aggressive monkeys running around and defecating everywhere (at this point I'll remind you that we were barefoot...) and at one point we were stuck in the middle of a violent fight between ten massive monkeys and we were seriously worried about being bitten. Once we'd climbed up, seen the temple at the top and come back down again we sat in a restaurant to have a cold drink but we were overcome with the stench of monkey poo. The smell was everywhere. It also seemed to be coming out of the kitchen so we quickly left and got a taxi back to our hotel.

Here we saw a cow grinding peanuts to make peanut oil for cooking.

Mt Popa has a protruding shape - it's in the distance so looks small behind the Pagoda in the foreground but you can see the temple at the top.

Part of the temple on the mountain.

View of the volcano from the top.

Monkeys everywhere!!!
The following day, after three nights in Bagan, we got an early bus to a town called Kalaw and our bus stopped at a Myanmar roadside cafe for lunch on the way. The Myanmar food that I have had so far has been amazingly delicious, particularly the traditional beef curry, and it usually comes with rice, pickle, a platter of raw and cooked veg as well as a small bowl of soup. This all got delivered to our table and to our horror the soup had that same stench of monkey poo that had made us gag the day before.
Edit: I later found out that a fermented fish sauce commonly used in Burmese cooking is responsible for the smell - it really is similar to monkey poo! Westerners tend to find this very unappealing, just like Burmese people can't stand the smell and taste of dairy.


This is what usually happens when you order a curry and Myanmar food is some of the best I've ever tasted...usually.














































