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I use photographs as aides memoire , to bring back moments that just my one track mind can't populate well.
My friend Norman and I took a bus to Mawlamyine in the south east part of Myanmar to visit a photographer friend, Nyi Zaw. (Mawlamyine is the capital and the largest city in the Mon state and people refer to themselves as Mon people and can be distinguished, by those who know, by the distinctive patterns of their dress.) We got to the bus station at 3:30 AM, attracting a great many stares because Mawlamyine is definitely not a stop for tourists to travel by bus.
The town was very dark and most of what we could see was pools of light under the occasional street light and the Mawlamyine pagoda in the distance.
Rudyard Kipling
Moulmein is the Anglicized version of Mawlamyine (often spelled and pronounced Mawlamyaing)
The poem is odd also because China isn't across the Bay, China is North and East.
We went up to the Pagoda, now bear in mind this was 4 AM.
Later that day, we did some sight seeing, attracting a great many looks and outright stares from the locals, who are fairly unused to Western tourists.
This was outside a large cave complex that went through the mountain. We returned on a boat that went under the mountain.
We did some more sight-seeing, including this totally immense reclining Buddha
and ended up with a dinner for my friend and his family.
The Burmese in general are a very, very handsome ethnic group. The tone of their skin varies greatly with the tribal background and region. Because they often squat to talk and relax, they remain incredibly flexible. My friend, Nyi Zaw, is in his late 40's and can drop to a squat and bound to his feet with no effort, making me extremely jealous.
My only sadness in seeing these pictures is knowing that I probably won't return. I have been to Myanmar three times already and there is the rest of the world to see.
My friend Norman and I took a bus to Mawlamyine in the south east part of Myanmar to visit a photographer friend, Nyi Zaw. (Mawlamyine is the capital and the largest city in the Mon state and people refer to themselves as Mon people and can be distinguished, by those who know, by the distinctive patterns of their dress.) We got to the bus station at 3:30 AM, attracting a great many stares because Mawlamyine is definitely not a stop for tourists to travel by bus.
The town was very dark and most of what we could see was pools of light under the occasional street light and the Mawlamyine pagoda in the distance.
Rudyard Kipling
Moulmein is the Anglicized version of Mawlamyine (often spelled and pronounced Mawlamyaing)
The poem is odd also because China isn't across the Bay, China is North and East.
We went up to the Pagoda, now bear in mind this was 4 AM.
Later that day, we did some sight seeing, attracting a great many looks and outright stares from the locals, who are fairly unused to Western tourists.
This was outside a large cave complex that went through the mountain. We returned on a boat that went under the mountain.
We did some more sight-seeing, including this totally immense reclining Buddha
and ended up with a dinner for my friend and his family.
The Burmese in general are a very, very handsome ethnic group. The tone of their skin varies greatly with the tribal background and region. Because they often squat to talk and relax, they remain incredibly flexible. My friend, Nyi Zaw, is in his late 40's and can drop to a squat and bound to his feet with no effort, making me extremely jealous.
My only sadness in seeing these pictures is knowing that I probably won't return. I have been to Myanmar three times already and there is the rest of the world to see.
