After another nice breakfast, we had to decide where to go for our last morning of sightseeing in Yangon before heading to the airport for our series of flights back to D.C. I wanted to go see the Boatatung Paya along the river in downtown Yangon, but Nancy was worried about getting trapped in downtown traffic and having trouble getting back to our hotel in time to leave for the airport. She had located two payas to visit that were a bit closer to our hotel, and very close to each other; in the end that is where we went.
Our first stop was the
Nga Htat Gyi Paya, its spot marked by two giant chinthes sitting by a gate along the side of the road.
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| Chinthes at entrance to Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
We entered a long passageway and then stairway climbing a hill to reach the temple. The main attraction here was a huge sitting Buddha dating from the mid-16th Century, although in a building erected at the very beginning of the 20th Century
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| Sitting Buddha in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
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| Sitting Buddha in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
The Buddha sat in front of two intricately carved wooden screens
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| Wooden screens behind Sitting Buddha in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
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| Wooden screens behind Sitting Buddha in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
On the way into the great hall containing the seated Buddha, we passed a cage holding a large number of white round papers, looking rather like plates, that were festooned with 5000 and 10000 kyat notes running around the edges; each “plate” had writing on it, apparently denoting the donors for the plates
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| Donation plates in Wooden screens in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
The meditation space in front of the Buddha was attended by two frolicsome human figures looking rather like Geppetto
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| Figure in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
Behind the seated Buddha were this image portraying a line of followers of the Buddha that began with statuary and then, at the wall, faded into painted portrayals of increasingly indistinct figures
with a mountain circled by a snake lit with lights that were blinking on and off
The back of the second wooden screen behind thwe Buddha was highly decorated at well
This set of figures sat on the side of that area
And there were a pair of naga along the Buddha’s side
There were the usual paintings high up on the surrounding walls that told stories about the lifetime of the Buddha.
although some of them seemed to recount later actions by his followers
As at the Schwedagon, there was a monk chanting from a book into a microphone
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| Monk chanting in Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
the eerie tone could be heard throughout the temple and, indeed, as we were to learn soon, throughout the surrounding neighborhood.
There were a series of tables set up around the great hall containing boxes or sacks of supplies, including rice but also such things as boxes holding tubes of toothpaste. I couldn’t figure out the significance of these boxes.
On the way out, we noticed some paintings illustrating the problems that could be occasioned by committing each of the five deadly sins of Buddhism – adultery, stealing, lying, killing, and being intoxicated. The morals were drawn both in the Myanmar language and in English.
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| Mural depicting sin of lying, Nga Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
After heading back down the staircase out of the paya, we had to dash across a fast-moving four-lane highway for our visit to our other planned site for the morning, the
Chauk Htat Gyi Paya. Our visit began inauspiciously – there was a spot that was apparently the place for taking off our shoes and socks, but then we were ascending several flights of a very plain looking concrete stairway.
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| Stairway to Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
When we reached the top, we understood why – we could see the BACK of a humongous reclining Buddha. Apparently, we had come into this temple from the back entrance.
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
From the terraces surrounding the temple building, we could look across to the next hill for a view of Nga Htata Gyi Paya.
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| View of Nga Htat Gyi Paya from Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
We walked around the reclining Buddha to see the front. It was huge -- 65 meters long, in fact
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
and then far enough to see his patterned feet
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
with painted toenails
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
The Buddha’s face struck us as unusually feminine
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| Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
The figure was attended at each corner by one of these figures
Here were the bells that worshippers could ring to announce that they had come to make merit
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| Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
There was no chanting here, but the voice of the monk chanting at Nga Htat Gyi Paya on the next hill could be heard loud and clear here. Across from the front of the Buddha was a series of niches containing Buddha figures carved out of sandalwood.
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| Buddha in niche in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
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| Niches holding sandalwood Buddha figures in Reclining Buddha in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
And up near his head was an octagonal structure containing Buddha figures that appeared to represent the usual eight-day birth corners
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| Birth corners in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
Below the figures, I noticed a series of animals, and I had also seen some of the same animals and the birthday corners the day before, and then it struck me that– there must be specific animals for specific birthday corners. I asked a guide who was talking with a couple of clients and he confirmed this: the Sunday corner is associated with Garuda, for example, and the Wednesday corners with the elephant – Wednesday morning is the elephant with tusks, and Rahu Day the elephant without tusks.
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| Birth corners in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
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| Birth corners in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
In one niche around the figure, there were two smaller reclining Buddha’s with an altar in between with a sitting Buddha in front of flashing lights
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| Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
This mural seemed to incorporate the various parts of the life-story into a single mural with multiple panes
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| Mural in Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
It was getting toward the time when we had to think about heading back to the hotel, so we retraced our steps back down the hill to catch a taxi. We had been told coming up that the paya was attached to a large monastery, and we could see what we assumed to be the monastery’s library as we made our way down the stairs.
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| Monastery adjoining Chauk Htat Gyi Paya, Yangon |
As it happened, there was one stopped on the street near where we emerged, so we showed him a piece of paper that the clerk at our hotel has written to ask that we be taken to a Myanmar traditional food restaurant. The driver was non-plussed by what we were showing him, and he plainly could not speak any English, so he flagged down another driver to help translate and also help figure out where to go. At this point, Nancy was concerned about whether we really had enough time for lunch before leaving for the airport, so in the end we asked him to take us to our hotel, showing him the card for the hotel. He still did not know where to go, so he asked the other driver (an older man) for help. After some exchange, we were ready to take off. We asked how much the ride would cost us, and the interlocutor spoke to our driver, then told us – this is a 3500 kyat drive, but because our driver does not know just how to get there, and will have to ask directions several times, it will be 5000 kyat. I wanted to say, well, if the other guy is the one who knows the way, maybe we should go with HIM. But that, we figured, is not how it works.
SO off we went, and it turned out that the driver was VERY confused – he asked directions several times, and apparently got bad directions repeatedly because he kept turning around and retracing his steps. It was almost a half hour after we got into the cab before he finally managed to reach our hotel – and then he asked for 7000 because he had had to ask directions so many times. In the end, we secured the assistance of some of the hotel staff dislodging him from his demand for more than the agreed price – he must have been arguing about this for nearly ten minutes by the time it was done. But although I was grateful for the assistance of hotel staff in addressing all this, I really have to count drivers’ unfamiliarity of the location – there was one driver whom we asked for a ride back from downtown who looked at the address and sent us on our way – as something of a factor militating against choosing this hotel. As I have noted before, though, there are a good many factors supporting the hotel as a place to stay.
We headed back to our room, switched some of the materials from my backpack into the suitcases and put things into the backpack had to be in our carry-on luggage, and we were ready to head to the airport. The driver who had picked us up two days before showed up as agreed, and off we went. He asked, though, whether we had had lunch; I said no, and asked whether there were any good places serving Myanmar food on the way to the airport. He said, yes, and besides, he added, you don’t want to eat at the airport anyway because it is so expensive. There’s a good place near the airport, and I can take you there; and that is what he did. He took us to a place whose Myanmar name, he said, was Shwe Fa May, which he said would roughly translate as Golden Eat Much. The place was essentially a cafeteria – I went up to a series of windows at the front of the room in which various curries were sitting in pans;
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| Shwe Fa May near Yangon airport |
the waitress said, pointing to one set, fish, pointing to another set, chicken, then pork, mutton, prawns and more fish. I chose a couple and ended up with some whole prawns, in a tasty sauce but somewhat overcooked, and a fishhead, also tasty. There was rice to go with it, and a plate of leaves of various kinds (mint, kaffir lime, lettuce) and other greens, and what appears to have been a bottomless bowl of soup with vegetables, and tea.
After I was done with what I had ordered the waitress brought me a few plastic containers containing what I took to be dessert, including some balls that I thought she called chocolate but turned out to be balls of palm sugar, a small dish containing what looked like fermented tea leaves and a couple of other things, a small bowl containing a red sauce with ice, and then a mixture of dried beans, dried lentils, peanuts and sesame seeds, which I mixed with the sweet balls and a sauce
I mixed the sweet balls with the red sauce and the dried mixture (which I found so pleasant to eat that I ordered more of the mixture to take with me for the future). All this cost 7000 kyat plus another thousand for the extra mixture, a pretty good price for lunch. I asked the taxi driver for the name of the mixture of which I had taken extra; he said it was what goes into tea leaf salad. In retrospect, my guess is that I should have mixed the tea leaves and other things into the mixed dried stuff. Oh well. Then we were off to the airport to catch our plane – the driver said that the stop for lunch, during which he waited for us, did not increase the price of the ride.
We had plenty of time to catch our plane but we made the mistake of not changing our kyat for dollars before leaving – turned out that NONE of the money exchange places at the Bangkok airport would accept kyat.
We stayed that night at the same airport Novotel where we had stayed upon our initial arrival in Thailand. For dinner we walked back to the airport through a pedestrian tunnel and ate at the small food court on the ground floor of the airport. A reasonable dinner for two, including two appetizers two main dishes and two beers, cost us $20.
Then, back to the hotel and to bed. The first leg of our flight home was to take off at 7 AM, which meant a 5 AM checking. Happily, breakfast at the Novotel begins at 3 AM to accommodate the many guests with early morning international flights. The omelet/fried egg station was not manned when we got down for breakfast at about 4 AM, but the rest of it was there. From the standpoint of our experience over the past three weeks, I have to say that this buffet, although extensive, was not quite as good as at the Krungsri River hotel in Ayutthaya. Too bad there were OTHER problems there!
Our flight to Tokyo’s Narita airport on ANA was delayed because of a maintenance issue, and we missed our connection by an hour. As a consequence, we had to stay overnight near the airport. Happily, ANA had to put us up in an airport hotel; unhappily, our new flight was in the morning, so we were unable to take the bullet train into downtown Tokyo for a whirlwind visit. Nothing of much interest to report from our stay, except that the toilet had a spray mechanism that allowed it to double as a bidet.
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| Toilet with bidet attachment in Tobu Hotel, Narita airport hotel |
