#shwe

[sxwesnakie]

I used to be so concerned about not doing too much or not giving too much to my friends, I wanted to do so much more than that, but at some point it all turned so numb. I used to want to give it my all because I’ve always been a person with such a big heart... but at some point, it just turned cold and I think I’ll not be the same anymore.

— Shwe

[nayminn-myanmar]

#shwe #shwekyaung #mandalay #temple #mandalaydevision #instatravel #travelphotography #travelling #heritage #monastery #travelgram#ilovetravelling #myanmar #traveller #southeastasia #asianguy #burmeseguy #happylife #happytripping #happymemory #ilovemyanmar #mansuit #myanmarsuit #traditionalsuit (at Mandalay, Myanmar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9JOgUehE2b/?igshid=1lfkjsxxw6ahg

[tedpatrick]

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Another level of road stupidity in Myanmar...The Pyidaungsu-Pinlon Road Intersection is a very high-traffic road traversed often by heavy-loaded vehicles. Very, very #shwe. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1_h1wkAXRX/?igshid=1552h61r47dv5

[memoirsofagenie]

Shwe Bagan: Hovering Over Golden Pinnacles

By: Genie

 Mingalarbar! Aside from the Burmese Harp, and much like “open sesame”, this expression will be the first sound you will hear upon arrival, and probably the only one you will remember upon departure. It is precisely with this passe-partout word, literally “hello/welcome”, spoken by thanaka-decorated, smiling faces of men and women, clad in longjis, that every journey begins, and everything reveals itself in Myanmar. Nonetheless, to talk or write about Myanmar, implies to venture into a semi-unknown world... at least to “lay” Western tourists who still haven’t pushed themselves that far into the East. Despite being strategically located between the two colossal neighbors, China and India, and despite being a quintessential component of the Indochina enclave, mass tourism, like the one witnessed in Thailand or Viet Nam, just to name two, has yet to invade Myanmar. 

Albeit this fact alone has its benefits (i.e., less pollution, less crowds, less queues, etc.), the major downside is that lesser-known towns are overshadowed in favor of Yangon, Bagan and Mandalay, respectively its current, former imperial and former religious capitals. Such is the case with Inle Lake, for example. Truth be told, travel literature and the internet are filled with countless images of Intha fishermen, depicting their singular leg-rowing technique and distinctive conical nets. But although they might seem representative of the Myanmese identity to foreign eyes, they become almost invisible and secondary once one makes his/her way through the pristine creeks and marshes of the Lake, where time seems to have stopped, crystallizing eternity into a lithography of yesteryear.

Having said this, it must be added that we live in an era where the demonization of technological devices and media, particularly social media, is rampant. Luckily, however, the usage that some of us make of it hasn’t drifted away from its original purpose; that is, sharing portions of one’s “real life” (all which occurs away from our electronic hardware and software) in a live, debonair fashion. Consequently, with this thought in mind, and wanting to describe as accurately as possible my personal odyssey on Inle Lake -and in Myanmar- the very day in which it began, I had to re-read my Facebook status of 20 January 2018, which can certainly convey the immediacy of my emotions past:

 Genie is feeling in a "Hanging Gardens of Babylon" state-of-mind at Inle Lake.

January 20 · Nyaung Shwe, Myanmar ·  

...I've always felt viscerally and primordially bonded to anything "summery" (or that has the summer feel) and the proximity to water. In fact, it's no wonder that, aside from Rome, some of my top destinations are Venice, Miami, Miyajima (in Japan) and Aswan (in Egypt). Yet today's venue not only made it to my top destinations list, but also elevated the aforementioned bond to significant new heights. If ever there was a place that brought to life the century-old "mental pictures or clichés" that Westerners have had all along regarding the Far East (so much so, that almost all European castles/palaces have a "Chinoiserie" room, with colorful maritime or pastoral scenes of the Orient), this must be it. By saying "clichés", I don't mean it in a negative way. On the contrary, the fairy-tale-like "Chinoiseries" have existed and are alive and well in Inle Lake. To summarize its allure and my sensations today, there can only be one word: PARADISIACAL!!!...

Naturally, this was written before witnessing the equally paradisiacal beauty of the three above-cited “capitals”, with their surviving, “unfinished” (Mingun) and/or precarious brick pagodas and their corresponding golden pinnacles, the Irrawaddy River running parallel to the numerous plains and the Royal Palace (in Mandalay), the wandering monks and nuns in their burgundy and pink attires and the monumental gold-leafed Buddhas. Unless one has seen them all, particularly Bagan, where the sunrises and sunsets acquire an overall breathtaking dimension and novel meaning, it is no wonder one can never be fully imbued with the Myanmese charm and age-old spirituality.

During its time as the Imperial Capital and prior to its final submission to the Mongols (i.e. from 849 until 1287 AD), over 10 000 pagodas/temples were built in the dry plains of Bagan. Moreover, Bagan is a highly seismic area, a characteristic that accounts for the major earthquakes that have plagued it and which, together with the temporal erosion, have brought down the pagodas/temples standing today to roughly 2 200, including the self-ironic “Leaning Pagoda of Pisa” (as an Italian, I must admit it put a smile on my face!) In any case, Bagan’s mythical status as a pilgrimage destination remains unaltered, especially thanks to its most famous monuments, that seem to have defied the adverse environmental conditions over the centuries and are visible in all their glory.

Interestingly enough, some of Bagan’s main highlights are nicknamed through superlatives. One cannot help but be blinded by the light of “the most beautiful pagoda”, the gold-plated Shwe Zi Gon. Following Shwe Zi Gon is the “tallest pagoda”, the two-storey Thatbinnyu temple, with its white-stucco coated walls. The “largest pagoda” is Dhammayangyi, which is said to have been inspired by the early step-pyramids of Egypt. Last but not least, among the most recent is the “most artistic” pagoda of the four, the majestic Ananda, erected in the 11th century and devoted to Buddha’s eponymous cousin and main disciple. In its interior, aside from towering golden Buddhas on each of the four main walls, are copious stylized golden arches and gold-framed niches containing gilded miniatures of Buddhas. Each visitor is bound to be inevitably overwhelmed with “shining” stupor!

Still and all, in February 1991, thus wrote of Bagan the noted Italian travel writer of the late 1900s, Tiziano Terzani: “[…] There are views in the world before which one feels proud to belong to the human race. Bagan at dawn is one of these. In the immense plain, marked only by the silver glimmering of the great Irrawaddy River, the clear silhouettes of hundreds of pagodas slowly emerge from the darkness and fog: elegant, light; each as a delicate hymn to Buddha. From the top of the Ananda temple you can hear the roosters singing, the horses pawing along the unpaved roads. It is as if some magic had stopped this valley in the bygone moment of its greatness.”

Surely, the golden obnubilation of the senses posited by Terzani must have manifested itself during an early morning hot-air balloon ride. Matter-of-factly, it is not until one has hovered over its golden pinnacles at the break of day that one can fully grasp the magic and magnificence of Bagan. As the sun rises in the East, its rays illuminate the entire archeological area. Little by little, the great plain becomes a diamond-studded bed that climbs over the Irrawaddy River and blends into the horizon, as the contours of the sun-kissed pagodas slowly spring up from the earth. Only then and there, in what would appear to be a figment of one’s imagination but is actually incredibly real, does one definitively discover the most authentic and immortal, shwe (gold) essence of Bagan.

 Rome, 20 April 2018

[yunsangho]

#미얀마 #양곤 #출장 #저녁 #차이나타운 #中国成 #레스토랑 #Restaurant 스웨 밍글라 #shwe #Mingalar #바 #Bar 길거리 꼬치 구이와 간단한 요리를 시켜서 먹을 수 있어 좋다 현지 맥주 영업사원들이 자기네 맥주를 주문하아고 녹색 옷을 입고 와서 영업을 하네 ㅎㅎ 간한히 현지 분위기르일 느낄 수 있아 좋다 서양 사람들도 많고 시끌벅적 하구만 ㅎㅎ #Business #Trip #Myanmar #YANGONG #缅甸 #ミャンマー #ヤンゴン #仰光

[smoakingquiver]

I was tagged by @mmmuses! Thank you! 

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Relationship Status: Married Favourite Colour(s): Red, Purple and Black

Wake-Up Time: Between 6:30 to 7:00 am. But I wake up multiple times to a screaming infant every night Cats or Dogs: Dogs, always Dogs.  Coke or Pepsi: Coke.  Text or Call: Text. @smoakingbabbles and @smoakingtardis will tell you I text very often during the day.  Chapstick or Lipstick: chapstick  Last Song Listened To: In Lamhon Ke Daman mein from Jodha Akbar (Bollywood movie soundtrack). I love the lyrics and how deep and meaningful they are. 

Tagging anyone and everyone who wants to do this :) Especially the poldark fandom :) 

[smoakingquiver]

Today 60 years ago was the day my family began

My grandparents are celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary today! When they began their life together they had nothing in the way of material comforts and my grandfather has often related to me about how he would take extra shifts keeping him away from home just to earn some extra money to make ends meet. They sometimes struggled but today all of their 6 children, 12 grandkids and 2 great grand kids, all of whom adore their thatha and paati :) 

[smoakingquiver]

Breakdown time

I had to drive my mother back to that temple this weekend. And even though we didn't get lost this time (we’ve reguarly lost our way to this place, so much so that I’ve begun wondering if God doesn’t want to see me),  things went downhill from there. There was a burlington coat factory on the way back and my mom just wanted to go in to see. Ever since I had my second baby I've dreaded shopping for clothes because I've literally doubled in size. I saw a couple of dresses I liked and then I went in to the fitting rooms to try them on. None of them fit. Couldn't even get them over the bust. I just stood in the dressing room and saw all the fat spilling out of my frame (that was never exactly slim but I was never overweight) and started to get teary. To make matters worse I caught sight of my surgery scar and though it has never ever bothered me I think I just felt so overwhelmed by the emotions in that instant I almost broke down. I faked a headache and went back to the car to be alone while my husband, kids and mom shopped. Since then we came home and i've been so depressed. My husband has tried to use every logic argument at his disposal to remind me that my weight isn’t something that should bother me so much. It was something that was a result of having our son via surgery and complications that followed leaving me unable to move from the bed for weeks on end. 

My friends remind me that I have so much going on in my life that to worry about the size of a dress is insane. But I can’t shake the image I saw in the mirror of that small dressing room. Looking like a scene from a sitcom where the female protagonist tries on a dress only to get stuck in it. Unfortunately it didn’t seem funny to me. 

I came home and texted two of the women i trust the most @smoakingbabblesand @smoakingtardis who reminded me that I am who I am no matter what my size is and its okay to cry if I felt sad about my weight. I only wish everyone, man or woman who has had been mortified at the thought of being suck in a garment in the store’s fitting room had someone like these two by their side. I was lucky, I found two. And for anyone who doesn’t have anyone to life them up, I want you to know there is nothing wrong with you. You are who you are, no matter what a small tag says. Remember your sense of humor, your courage and your goodness comes from within and you are loved for those things, not numbers on a scale.