Myanmar formerly Burma, as it is called these days, has a rather troubled recent history, with a military dictatorship running the country more or less continuously for the last fifty odd years. Only recently has it begun opening up. In the media, this was marked as the ruling party started freeing some of the many political prisoners that were languishing in jails, or in the infamous case of Aung San Suu Kyi, its most famous daughter, under perpetual house arrest. The reform is slow and there is a strained relationship between the majority and the myriad of minority groups and tribes that make up the country.
Burma is different, as Rudyard Kipling already observed in his day, though it wasn’t always as troubled. It has a rich and imposing history, and a trip to Burma is like a trip back in time, to an era when Southeast Asia was blissfully free from the modern blight of mass tourism. Burma is what Southeast Asia once was, what it should be, what it still is like in our dreams.
Forget the many stereotypes and images associated with traveling in Southeast Asian countries such as malls, drug-induced full moon parties, backpacker streets full of bars and nightclubs, and, instead, take the famous road to Mandalay.
This is the country where Yangon (Rangoon), Burma’s capital, still feels like the British only left yesterday. This is the land of golden stupas, Buddhas and even rocks! Of Bagan (aka Pagan) with its endless temple filled plains, some say more impressive than Angkor Wat. The country can boast of Mandalay and its royal cities, Inle Lake with its floating villages, exotic tribes rarely visited by Westerners, empty beaches, and friendly locals and a diversity of food only rivaled by Malaysia.