Day 1. Cebu City was indeed plain to me. I spent just 2 min at Megallan’s Cross. Walked and covered the Heritage of Cebu and Yap Sandiego House in less than an hour. And I had nothing to do.
Hotel used bedsheet as a blanket?
Day 2. Missed the 9.40am ferry to Tagbilaran, Bohol. Bought a 10.40am ticket and thought it was 11.40am. Wasted more than 2 hours, sitting in the warm air of Cebu.
Picked up my rented PHP500 a day rented motorcycle and headed to Panglao first.
Got a massage at Panglao. Did not see Alona Beach properly as the tide was high.
Passed by many towns, in my hurry to reach my hotel, but something made me stopped on the long journey. The sunset at Dimion.
Arrived at Anda Beach around 8pm. Big mistake to go a place 3 hours away. My ass hurt. And missed out on seeing the beach because it was already dark.
Stupidly drank coffee for dinner. Woke up at 1am and failed to fall back to sleep.
Oh ya. Bedsheet blanket again.
Day 3. Left early for Alicia. Did not see any wonderful beach.
Binabaje Hills rocked. Awesome place. Tired. Nausea. Sunburnt.
Hidden 2 hours away from Bohol’s famous Chocolate Hills is Binabaje Hill. Binabaje Hill used to be called Lapawan. Located in Alicia Municipality, Binabaje Hill is just waiting for its claim to be one of Bohol gems. As for now, very few knew of it. There are no tour buses and crowds of tourists. So, what did I have when I was there? The whole beauty of rolling hills to myself and my guide.
I rode my motorcycle to the municipality hall, after getting in touch with them days earlier to reserve a tour guide for me. The tour guide cost me PHP300 (RM22.50). Entrance fee was PHP30. No motorcycle transfer was charged as I rode my rented one.
The people were welcoming and friendly.
The hike up took me more than 1 hour. It was really hot, burnt under the merciless sun. My reward? The beauty of different shades of green rolling hills all around me. It was breath-taking. Heaven. And yet, so hot. Hell.
Some slopes were really steep, but my guide did not give up on me. And although the journey to Alicia was tiring, Binabaje Hill made it worthwhile.
My tour guide said Binabaje Hill was named after a boy who lived there. He was a boy who walked like a girl.
Skipped Chocolate Hills and Tarsier, coz it was raining. And I was tired.
Went back for another massage at Panglao.
Missed out on Paddleboard Tour. Did not see any fireflies.
Slept like a baby.
Day 4. Left early (7am) for Chocolate Hills. Only a few tourists. The air was fresh and nice. Marvellous place.
Chocolate Hills UNESCO Natural Monument.
Legend said that two giants in the ancient Visaya were fighting, throwing rocks at each other. Eventually they made up but did not clean up their mess.
Another legend said a giant cried over his love for a mortal human girl. His tears formed these hills.
These are lime rock hills. They appeared chocolate in colour and looked like Hershey’s choc. Hence, the name, Chocolate Hills.
There are more than 1700 Chocolate Hills in Bohol.
Skipped Tarsier. Did not have enough time.
Loved Man-Made Forest. Loved it!!!
Along the road that connects Chocolate Hills and Tagbilaran East Highway, the authority built a man-made forest. It is a genius idea to preserve the environment. The result did not only help to keep this part of the earth green but created a 2km beautiful stretch of natural beauty.
In the afternoon, motorists have to keep their eyes for those who stop to snap photos.
I cannot blame them. This place stole my heart too.
Arrived at Moalboal in the evening. Watched sunset at Panagsama Beach. Did not manage to go to Moalboal white beach.
Day 5. Left early (6am) for Osmena Peak.
Reached a wrong location for Kawasan Waterfalls. Stupid Google Map. Dead end. Locals offered to hike with me down to the waterfalls. Skipped paying entrance fee.
Kawasan Waterfalls water was amazing. So beautiful and clear. Spent 1 hour there. Also because I got lost on my way up.
Continued my journey to Osmena Peak. The view along the way was beautiful.
Reached Osmena Peak registration counter. It rained. Registration fee was PHP30. Tour guide fee was PHP150. The hike took only 20 minutes.
Plus thunder and lightnings. Right above my tour guide and me. Scary.
Osmena Peak was beautiful. Simply gorgeous. Breath-taking.
Had to skip Casino Peak as the hike would take 45 minutes. I had to rush back to Moalboal, for my bus to Cebu City. And the trail to the peak was slippery.
Had an unfortunate accident. Motorcycle slipped on sand, on the hilly road. Grazed my right cheek, hand and knee on the road. Thank goodness I was alright. And the motorcycle was ok too. Could not imagine having to pay for bike repair when I was already done to my last few pesos.
Ended the night near MacTan Airport.
Day 6. Walked in the dark to airport, at 4.15am.
Terminal fee – 750php?? Shucks. I only had 580php.
I did not know about terminal fee!! Ahhh!!!!
I bid goodbye to Lombok and came back to the familiar Bali. I had visited Bali in 2013 and decided that I did not have enough of Bali then. I wanted more – namely Ubud and Tanah Lot.
Pura Luhur Uluwatu (Uluwatu Temple)
Uluwatu temple lies 30 minutes drive away from Kuta. However, with the narrow roads and traffic, it took me around an hour to reach the place. Again, I have to thank Maps.Me Android app for helping me not to get lost in Bali. Entrance fee: 20,000 rupiah. Parking fee for my scooter: 1,000 rupiah.
I did not take me a long time to walk the whole stretch of the 70m high cliff of Uluwatu. I preferred the walk to the left side of the cliff as it stretched out to open field and up close to the cliff for viewing.
Near the temple, I was so cautious when it came to anywhere near the monkeys. Read so much about thieving monkeys and held on tightly to my possession.
I was a witness to a Taiwan girl who was so into posing for photo that she did not realise a monkey was behind her and snatched her sunglasses. Her boyfriend watched helplessly as the monkey bit the sunglasses and jumped away with it. So, now we know who has not been reading TripAdvisor before going to Uluwatu.
Kidding. But seriously, one should read a bit more before going on holiday.
Uluwatu was crowded but there was more space at the end of the trek. It was nice to spend some time away from the temple structure, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing onto the cliff and the breeze.
Uluwatu temple is best to be visited in the late afternoon. I stayed for the 6pm Kecak Fire Dance. There were several places in Bali that showed this kecak dance. However, in Uluwatu, at the right seating, one could view the dance as the sun set. The price was 100,000 rupiah.
To really appreciate the event, explanation of the show was distributed free to tourists. There were 5 acts shown. However, I suspected they skipped Act 3, to give a bigger role to the popular Hanoman (white monkey). The dance was not that really captivating, other than the regular kecak-cak-cak repetition. Things got more interesting when Hanoman showed up. There were a few stories to how kecak fire dance became popular. The stories were either about the dance popularised somewhere in 1930’s or even earlier.
The show ran for almost an hour, leaving the exit time somewhere after the sun set. I was afraid the lane would be too dark for me to ride my scooter. However, since other vehicles were leaving too, and there were many, the ride was not so bad.
May 22: Ubud
I let my imagination of Ubud got the better of me. It was still a nice place, but not what I had expected. Perhaps too touristy now. It felt crowded. Still, it was a nice getaway from Kuta, Bali. Perhaps it was nice too because of the right accommodation.
Duana’s Homestay was really near to Art Market and offered really quiet, cool accommodation. I loved the breakfast. Free coffee and friendly staff members. If this looks familiar, it is the same design as the Bali house Julia Roberts’ character visited in Bali, when she went to talk to the fortune teller.
Campuhan Ridge Walk
Stated in TripAdvisor as the no.1 thing to do in Ubud, I set out for Campuhan Ridge Walk after Duana’s Homestay. Although there was an advice to take a stroll there in the morning (aka cooler), I wanted to see if I could view sunset from the end of the 2km walk.
There was no entrance fee, and I bumped into local lovers hanging out at the beginning of the walk. At the end of the walk, there was a cafe, overseeing the paddy field. And in between, growling dogs that would make Campuhan a less popular place in the future.
Without those dogs and the warm afternoon, the walk would have been nicer.
The whole walk took me around 2 hours.
Ceking Terrace Paddy Field
In 2013, foolishly not knowing what Tegalalang was famous for, I turned down the suggestion by my tour guide to take a walk in the paddy field. I did not know the big deal about it. Yes, it was beautiful and the morning was quiet. But I just thought it was a casual stop. Since then, I had been eager to return to walk around the UNESCO World Heritage Site paddy field.
No entrance fee was imposed. However, to cross the small bridge, a small donation was asked. I gave 5,000 rupiah and was accepted with a kind smile.
Incidentally, a funny thing happened on my way up and out of the terrace. Check youtube and anyone could see black and white videos of old Bali, where it was acceptable for Bali women to be topless. On my way out, I came across an old Balinese woman, topless, holding postcards to sell to passing-by tourists. She was waiting for them along the steps. When someone pointed camera at her, she danced, jiggling her old breasts before asking the photographer and friends to buy postcards from her at the price of 30,000 rupiah.
I was at the bottom of the steps, awaiting to go up. I made way for the other tourists to come down. As I was walking up, I realised I had made a mistake. By waiting, I became the last person to pass by her. I did, and tried not to make any eye contact or even looking at her. She called out to me, wiggling her postcards and said 25,000 rupiah. I declined, politely. Still, no eye contact. As I walked away from her, I could hear her shouting for me to wait. I quickened my pace. It was like I was trying to run away from a naked old woman. I could hear her laughing as I got away.
Pura Gunung Kawi
May 24: Mount Kawi Temple
Mount Kawi Temple was wrongly mapped by Google (and it was not 1.5 hours away but merely 30 minutes).
There were two Gunung Kawi in Bali. One was above Tanah Lot. The other one was near Tirta Empul, Tampak Siring. The second one was the right one.
I rode out in the morning to see this Mount Kawi Temple, which was relatively less crowded. There were more popular temples in Bali that somehow, this 1000 year old Mount Kawi Temple complex was outshone.
There was 330 steps down to the complex. Entrance fee was 15,000 rupiah.
I liked this site more because there were less people. There were many young locals on the morning I was there. It was a nice walk to the complex. with a pleasant view of paddy field. Before entering the complex, with your sarong, of course, I was required to sprinkle holy water on myself. The water was provided near the entrance, at the end of the 330th step.
Pura Gunung Kawi is the only temple complex in Bali where candis are carved out from the rock cliff in the valley. There are 9 candis in this complex. 4 are near the entrance, to the left. The other 5 are located across the bridge. The 5 candis remind one of the similar sculptures of Prambanan candis. There is a stream and a small waterfall in the complex.
I enjoyed my morning walk there. It was cooling and less touristy. This complex offered nothing much, but it was a good getaway from the crowd in other tourist areas.
It was a day where many young locals came for offering. I did not manage to ask them what the event was.
On my way out of Ubud, I stopped by and snapped some photos of Ubud Art Market.
May 25: Kuta Beach
Kuta Beach did not leave any great impression on me the last time I was in Bali. Perhaps, it was so scorching hot during my last trip. This time, I forced myself to go there in the morning, when the weather/temperature was kinder.
It was a good stroll at the beach. Even in the early morning, beach activities were already picking up. Many stopped me along the way, asking me if I had wanted to learn surfing.
I cut myself, trying to climb up some slippery rocks. So, it was a wounded walk along the beach, where blood was oozing out of my injured foot. Still, nothing stopped me from snapping more photos of the busy, long stretched beach. The waves were strong and I was told that the water was not that deep. Hence, more were willing to learn to surf.
The ride to Tanah Lot took more than an hour. I journeyed out early, in order to be there before the sun set. Just like the day before, the sky was cloudy. And yet, just like that day before, it did not rain.
Entrance fee was 30,000 rupiah and 2,000 for parking fee.
The best journey was to the left, seeing all those other temple lots before the main one.
To have the famous Tanah Lot temple with the sunset as the backdrop, I have to walk to the further end of the beach. There, in hoping for a good sunset view, I sat and waited. It was not meant to be, with the dark clouds and more. Still, it was nice to see there, enjoying the quiet space and the breeze.
And as the sun set down, it was time to bid farewell to Bali and its famous landmark Tanah Lot. It was a worthwhile trip and an adventure, definitely, to go around Bali on scooter.
May 18: The scooter ride from Senggigi La Casa Homestay took longer than 3 hours, as the road from Senggigi to Pemenang and then to Senaru offered some many beautiful sceneries. It was impossible not to stop. Senaru is known for the point where hikers will climb Mount Rinjani. Not me. I was there for two known beauties – Sendang Gile and Tiu Kelep waterfalls.
Entrance fee was 10,000 rupiah for a foreigner. I got myself a guide. That cost me another 60,000 rupiah. It was worth it, coz Anong really watched over me – offering to carry my items for me, warning me of slippery path, being my cameraman and more. The walk to Sendang Gile was only 10 minutes from the entrance.
After spending a few minutes struggling to snap good photos of Sendang Gile, I was ready for the real beauty – the most famous beautiful waterfall in Lombok, other than Benang Kelambu waterfall. So, Anong walked with me for another 30 minutes, on the path, bridge, passing by the tunnel and across the stream. And there, I felt my joy. I saw it from afar. This is Tiu Kelep waterfall – the ageless waterfall. It is known as such as the water never runs dry, even during non-raining season. A bath in the pond beneath the waterfall is said to cure anyone of any skin disease. There were less people there than at Sendang Gile waterfall. Spent several minutes trying to get the best photos and then, dipped myself in the water. It was really cold.
On my down the hilly road, the terrace paddy field on my right caught my site. I had heard of Teres Genit Village and its paddy field. It was beautiful.
Down the hill and turned right, feeling adventurous, I rode out to seek for Teres Genit Village to have an up-close view of the place. It was another 6km before I found a split road. Instead of turning left, I rode my scooter into the straight path
Before the day became dark, in an unfamiliar land, I decided to ride back to Senggigi. Also in hope to see sunset at Senggigi beach. It was not easy. Too many wonderful scenery along the way that made me stop too often.
May 19: Parking my scooter at the motorcycle park for only 10,000 rupiah (for one night), I walked past all the touts and headed for the office where I bought my public ferry ticket, for 15,000 rupiah. Plus entrance fee into the island and other stuff – another 3,000 rupiah. The ferry ride was a 45 minutes journey. Sitting on the left hand side was a blessing as shade helped to protect one from the burning sunlight. As the ferry (which was a normal boat) reached Gili Trawangan, I understood the fuss over the island and its sisters – Gili Meno and Gili Air. I did not go to the other two. Gili Trawangan is known as the party island. I moved away from the crowd, and found my own space in this lovely island.
Stayed in Intan Inn Hostel, in a room of 3 beds. I booked one bed but ended up having the whole room to myself as it was a low season. With in-room bathroom and aircon. Cool, right? No blanket, unfortunately. Sigh. Still, it was a good place to stay in. Cheap and at the right location. Not far from the main road, and quiet enough. Good wifi connection. One can handle Gili Trawangan by walking around. If not, one could hire bicycle for 40,000 rupiah. Or take a ride on cidomo.
I walked. It was easier to snap photos that way.
Walk to the end, near the viewpoint, one could see the surfing activities. I sat in water but spent more time snapping photos of the surfers.
Before the evening came, I made my way to search for the viewpoint. It was not easy to find the spot. I swore I was lost before turning up at a spot so flat, among the bushes and trees that I knew it was there I would stand to greet the setting sun. More tourists showed up, sharing the small space. It was never that crowded. Just a nice size of people who wanted to get away from the partying crowd. The sun set at 6pm and I made my way back to the main road. There, I passed by the night market, where I bought 10 sticks of sate for the price of 20,000 rupiah.
I headed back to Lombok. The initial plan to catch a fastboat or cheap public ferry to Bali was cancelled after reading the net stories/experience of those who dared. The advice would be to take morning ferry to or from Bali. Afternoon sea was rougher. Still, after finding out that Lion Wings offered lower price for flight, I changed my itinerary, to include flight to Bali, from Lombok. So, it was time to set out again – back to Senggigi.
May 20: The journey back to Senggigi took longer than I had expected. I stopped by Pantai Vulkanik Nipah, a curve along the highway, where it stood out as a cliff. It was also known as Malimbu Hill. The cove after the cliff displayed wonderful mixture blue and green sea., where the beach would rise up to meet the green valley.
By the time I reached La Casa Homestay and headed out for Benang Stokel and Benang Kelambu waterfalls, it was already close to lunch time. The journey took me through the city Mataram.
The journey took me 2 hours, across the city and then to quiet town roads, leading into village. As the turning approached, there would be many stalls selling tourists’ souvenirs. Turned left and headed for a long journey into Aik Berik Village. Here, I faced another situation where there was an attempt to coax me to pay a tour package for Benang Stokel and Benang Kelambu waterfalls. I refused to pay for the package, which was more than 150,000 rupiah. At the end, I settled for 50,000 rupiah, where I thought I would be getting a tour guide. I was not given any. Entrance fee was supposed to be only 10,000 rupiah. Felt bitter. And was already tired.
The walk to Benang Stokel started almost immediately after going through the main gate. There would be a path on the left. A walk around 10 minutes on that path led me to the area where Benang Stokel waterfall stood.
Turning back, and back to the main road, I walked up the hill. This was more tiring than walking towards Tiu Kelep Waterfall. I was told that I could ride my scooter in. However, I had no idea that the walk would take more than 30 minutes. Although there were others who offered to fetch me for a fee, I continued walking. The path split twice. Somehow, my tired mind told me to continue with the left turning. So, I did. Eventually, I found someone who would fetch me for free. It was a short ride, as I was almost there.
Some tourists walked here. Some drove here. Some paid for tour package to come here.
Although I had wanted to check out Tanjung Aan, Pink Beach and the other beaches in Lombok, somehow, my watch told me that I was running out of time. The afternoon was about to roll into evening. Moreover, I was getting a bit tired of seeing beaches for awhile. So, I headed back and reached the beach behind Jayakarta Hotel in Senggigi, around 5.30pm.
May 21: The next morning, La Casa Homestay helped me to call for Damri bus to pick me up at the main road. I was heading for Praya Airport, to catch my flight to Bali. Lion Wings flight to Bali took only 30 minutes and cost me RM80.
Despite what they claim, no tourists need to pay for tour guides/tour package, just to get into the areas to see the waterfalls. The entrance fee are only 10,000 rupiah each. I paid for a tour guide at Senaru and was happy with my decision.
Try to fill your gas/petrol at Mataram. The price would be half of what one pays for petrol, sold by villagers, along the way at Pemenang.
The best time to ride out and see the beaches in Senggigi, in my limited experience, is around 9am. Any earlier, too misty. Any later, less calming sea.
Use Maps.Me app from Android. Download Indonesia map. It really helped when I did not have any data plan. Maps.Me works without internet. It is not perfect but it helps.
If you are willing to, pay more to ride on safer boat from Bangsal, Lombok to Gili. I paid 18,000 rupiah. A fast boat ticket should be around 73,000 rupiah. At least it would not be overloaded. However, if you should go into public ferry, try to sit near the very few life jackets/life buoys.
Heading to Gili T, try to sit on the left hand side of the boat as you enter the boat. Heading to Lombok, sit on the other side. This should help you to avoid sunburn.
Try Intan Inn Hostel cafe for meals. The food was good and the price was lower than those on the main road of Gili Trawangan.
If you really want to take the fast boat from Gili T to Bali, then, it is best to buy the ticket when you are on the island. Do not buy online as the price is higher. But if you want to buy online, then, I have heard of good remarks on Blue Water Express.
The best time to travel between Gili and Bali is in the morning, when the sea is calmer. Avoid using these boats during rainy season.
I was told that there would be hostel room for the price of 50,000 rupiah a night, with air con and hot shower. I could not verify this. This would definitely be better than the 120,000 rupiah I had paid for La Casa Homestay. La Casa Homestay is around 4km away from Art Market. Generally, the whole Senggigi town is a quiet town. So, it does not really matter where one stays in Senggigi as it would be quiet nights there.
Generally, although my stay was short, I had fond memories of Lombok and Gili T. Definitely would recommend friends to these islands.
When I had signed up for Myanmar, only one thing was on my mind – Bagan. Seriously, nothing else in Myanmar would interest me like Bagan. And so I thought. And oh boy, was I wrong. I reserved my AirAsia return tickets to Yangon from Kuala Lumpur 6 months earlier. I had to. I was just playing with some clicks on the mouse at AirAsia website and found the secret low-price deal – both ways in January 2015 for MYR155. That was equivalent to USD48.50 then. A real steal.
Yangon (Formerly known as Rangoon)
I arrived in Yangon International Airport on 17 January 2015, as early as 8am. My immediate destination that day would be to Inle Lake, instead of spending a night in Yangon. That meant that I had to find a transport to downtown, hang around there until evening and then, find another transport to the Aung Mingalar Highway Bus Station to catch my bus to Inle Lake.
Avoiding to take taxi, I walked out of the airport and turned right on the main road. Walked for abut 20 minutes, crossed the road and then head right to the street market. Waited there. Several buses passed by, with the ticket conductors shouted the buses’ destination. I was looking out for ‘Sule’. The bus number was 51 but all the best in reading Myanmar number. I just listened out for the shouts as new buses stopped. Eventually one came around 10 minutes later. I got up and paid only 200kyat for a ride that was more than an hour, in a crowded bus. The seats were narrow. Still, with a medium backpack, I was able to squeeze myself to the back of the bus, and got a seat 20 minutes later. 200kyat was definitely better than paying 8000kyat for a taxi ride to downtown.
I spent some time in Yangon, walking along Sule Road. Look into the streets along the main road and one could see a different characteristic of the rows of houses with the street cables hanging across one another. Went into Sule Pagoda, which was unique as it was a pagoda in a roundabout. Cars and buses just went around it. Entrance fee was 3000kyat. No footwear was allowed.
Drivers in Yangon loved their horns. They horned for basically almost anything. They would horn if cars in front were too slow. Or slowing down. Or when they were about to overtake. Or if they think the cars in front was moving slightly to the left. They would horn. And horned. And horned again. Man, these people loved their horns. The bus ride to Aung Mingalar Highway Bus Station was taken near the pagoda. The bumpy bus ride was more than an hour. I sat on a wooden bench. Again, the ride cost me 200kyat, which was definitely better than paying 9000kyat for a taxi ride.
Inle Lake (18 – 19 Jan 2015)
I took JJ Express VIP bus, which departed from Yangon at 6pm, arriving at 5am. I took JJ Express for most of my trips. There was no website. One would have to reserve their tickets through the Facebook page – JJ-Express Highway Bus. This was a vip bus. From what I had heard, the bus transportation in Myanmar had changed significantly, as compared to 5 or 8 years ago. No more loud music blasting in midnight bus. No more additional stools in the gap between seats to take in more passengers. And no more frequent stops in the middle of nowhere. JJ Express Bus was really comfortable (except that someone should really beg them to do something about the air-conditioner. It was unbearably cold for the Yangon to Taunggyi journey). The price was 18500kyat, which was definitely better than the air flight which was charging a minimum of USD50.
We arrived early, to be greeted by pickup riders, who wanted to fetch us to our hotels for a price. I had read from the net that from Taunggyi, one would pay around 500kyat for the ride to Inle Lake. The rider told us it was 2000kyat. I was not happy about it. And secondly, we were not in Taunggyi. In the dark morning, we did not know that we were already in Naungshwe, where Inle Lake was. We (other bus passengers and I) were taken for a ride. Just two streets later, a journey of no more than 5 minutes, I found myself in front of my motel – Inle Star Motel. Again, as said, I was not happy.
Bottom line – walk to your hotel.
I did not mind paying, but not for such a short distance. I stepped into the motel, to be greeted by a friendly staff member of the motel. Generally, I have to say that my stay in Inle Star Motel was really good. My review of the motel was published here in TripAdvisor. The single bed room cost me USD25. This was the only item which was not under tight budget. I had tried sleeping in dorms in the past. It did not work well for me as I would wake up easily.
Entrance fee into Inle Lake was USD10.
As the sun rose and the streets became clearer, I was able to see the buzzing activities around the river. Stalls were opening to greet locals for early munch, boatmen were by the jetty persuading tourists to take the boat ride out to the lake and motorcycles and bicycles were roaming the streets.
Inle Lake was great but even as a paying tourist, it was not easy to get to the lake as the boatmen would try to hike up the price they would charge. It was really difficult. I was offered by the same boatman a price from USD18 to USD15. When I still refused to take the boat alone, he was strong in his objection to my idea of sharing the boat with another tourist. Eventually, I saw Patrick (from USA). Patrick wanted to share with me but said that he believed the price could go lower. In fact, he wanted to get more to go into the boat with us. I had no objection. I did not object. The boatmen, however, objected. When Valentine and his girlfriend from Europe wanted to share the boat with us, the boatmen hiked the price up to USD22 and then suddenly, all that talk about special trip or normal trip. USD22 – special trip (longer). USD20 – normal trip. Eventually, even my boatman was desperate and wanted to usher us away from other boatmen. After much disagreement, we agreed to pay USD20 for four, but it had to be ‘special trip’. The journey started at 9.30am.
Although the scene before the boat trip sounded crazy, it was not that bad. Bottom line – go for USD15, if you could. In January, the air was chilly and the boatman provided us blankets. It was nice to sit back and just enjoy the trip up the river that would meet the lake.
The trip would cover places where handicrafts were made (called as factories) and one big Phaung Daw Oo temple. To eat a cheaper lunch, one should try the stalls behind the temple, instead of the more expensive restaurants the boatman brought us to. The highlight of the whole trip was the Temple of Many Pagodas and Floating Village (which included Floating Garden).
There was a temple stop before this one. I did not care much for that temple, nor the Temple of Jumping Cats. The cats were lazy. I did not get the whole idea of a temple of cats??!! Anyway, this temple was located somewhere near the factories where one could meet the hill tribe with the ladies with ‘long gold rings’ neck. Other boats did not stop at this temple as the water was too low for the tourists to get out of the boat. However, our boatman was kind enough to go into the river, walked on the mud and dragged our boat close to shore. We spent around 15 minutes at this place. It was 2.30pm. The sun was up and at the right angle, one could catch the blue sky and white clouds. The photos turned out amazing. I was told the name was so, however, I really doubted that it was called Temple of Many Pagodas.
In the journey, at times, one could see seagulls flying over the boats of the tourists. I was curious. Why the seagulls avoided mine? Did they feel I was unfriendly? I had bad vibes/aura? I was puzzled. Eventually it was told that it was because those boatmen threw biscuits crumbs. Oh…
And of course, the trip would not be complete without the sight of the fishermen of Inle Lake catching fish in their traditional manner. As our boat were ending its journey, the sight of the fishermen came on. It was thrilling for me to see them. Immediately, as if they knew what we had wanted, they demonstrated their techniques of lifting the nets. I was impressed… until, they approached our boats after one or two minutes of demo and asked for money. Money?? It was just for money and not for fishing. No wonder the earlier fishermen that I had seen were catching fish with another type of net. I felt bad as I did not want to spend too much on such trick. I was about to cough out some kyat until I heard the fishermen (there were two), asking for 1000kyat. I did not know if it was 1000kyat each or shared. I was not ok with that, at all. Patrick took out 50kyat and gave to one of them. They went off, unhappy.
Tips: Go as early as possible to Inle Lake. Our journey started at 9.30am and we came back only at 5pm. And I believed we had not really covered the whole lake yet. However, it was enough.
On the land of Nyaung Shwe, there were several things one could do. Early in the morning, wake up and get views of young novice monks going around for alms. Get a bicycle and go around to see the town, where one could see the farm on the other side of the bridge, see old ruin of a pagoda or catch glimpses of schools in session.
By the way, somewhere here, I should mention that Shan food should be tried, since that this was the Shan state of Myanmar. The noodle was good.
Mandalay (20 Jan 2015)
I took the midnight bus from Inle Lake to Mandalay. It was really convenient as the bus would pick us up from Oriental Tour Agency, which was just 10 minutes away from my hotel. Among the 3 routes, Taunggyi-Mandalay’s journey faired the lowest. The fare was 11000kyat. There was no personal tv nor food served on bus.
The bus arrived early, at 4am, in Mandalay. I had planned to stay for two days, leaving on the night of 21 January 2015 to Bagan. Different from Yangon and Nyaung Shwe, Mandalay has motorcycle taxis. Each trip could be around 1000 to 2000kyat. However, since that no one could understand English, I had to resign to taking the taxi to my hotel.
Moe Thee Hotel deserved to be praised. I got in around 4,30am. I asked if I could check in early, instead of waiting in the lobby until 2pm and the hotel allowed me to. It was so nice of them. I was shown to my single room on the 8th floor. Took my nap and woke up to see the sunrise from my window around 6am. I made the mistake of not asking the front desk manager to arrange for me tour of Mandalay by motorcycle earlier. Instead, I went out and looked for breakfast on my own, walking around on the dusty roads of Mandalay. There was nothing much to see in the city center.
The front desk manager was really helpful. He recommended someone to bring me around for 15000kyat. I told him that I was only interested to see Mandalay Hill from afar and then I wanted to spend my time at U-Bein Bridge. He insisted that I would visit the pagodas around Mandalay Hill. So, I relented and listened to his advice. Mandalay Hill was alright for me. I was shown to the pickup truck, where I was charged 1000kyat for the trip up the hill. I was not okay with that, since that I was told to pay another 1000kyat for the trip down later. Entering the pagoda compound at the top, I had to pay another 1000kyat for camera fee. The view of Mandalay from the top of the hill was nothing to shout about. However, on my way down, which I had decided to walk, instead of paying for another pickup truck, I saw from afar, The Temple of World’s Biggest Books; Kuthodaw Pagoda.
My highlight of the day was U-Bein Bridge. The ride to Amarapura was long and had to go through dusty roads. And to think that initially, I had thought of renting bicylbicycle to ride there. It took me more than half an hour to reach the destination by motorcycle.
Arriving around 4.30pm, the bridge was not short of tourists – locals or foreigners. I just hung around, looking for inspiration for memorable photos. I had overheard one photographer saying to another. A few shots that would be worth taking – monks on the bridge, anyone pushing bicycles or anyone with umbrella.
For me, it was enough. I decided that I had had enough of Mandalay. Instead of leaving in the evening the next day, I decided to leave in the morning and spent more time in Bagan. Again, the front desk manager was helpful. Instead of paying for a ride to the Highway Bus Station to get my bus to Bagan, he told me that there was OK Express that would pick me up at the hotel at 8am and this van would go all the way to Bagan. The fare was 9000kyat, instead of the 8500kyat of the normal VIP bus. OK Express van was comfortable enough for tourists. It was a van of 2-1 seats. The journey was pleasant, initially. The scenery was nice. Many pagodas and paddy fields along the way. However, eventually, the ride became bumpy and the back was starting to itch. Still, it was a good van express. It delivered us straight to Nyaung Oo, instead of the new highway bus station, which was several kilometer away. Upon arrival, we were given the treat of free horse cart ride.
Bagan (21 – 23 Jan 2015)
Bagan, the city of 2250 pagodas. This was the place that triggered my interest to come to Myanmar and here I was, eager to explore. However, Golden Myanmar Guest House was not ready to admit me in yet, leaving me to venture out to the old Bagan on bicycle.
There were two main roads to head to Old Bagan. Lanmadaw 3 Road was the dustier one. Without a map (as I refused to pay USD1 for one), I stopped at any pagoda that would interest me. It was not easy. There were too many pagodas and temples.
However, my opinion of Bagan changed the next morning, when I woke up for the 6am sunrise view from Shwe Leik Too Pagoda. I did not take the hot air balloon ride, It was around USD350 pax. Too rich for my blood.
I spent 2 1/2 days in Bagan. Frankly, some of the temples/pagodas were really enchanting. I was more fond of those that I was able to climb up to the first or second floors. The view from the higher ground provided the view of pagodas covered halfway by the trees and more.
I spent the 2nd day in Bagan on horsecart. The charge was 30000kyat. I believed it could have been lower but I forgot to bargain. It was too late. Somehow, two reasons I regretted I took the horsecart. One, it was really slow. I could have covered even more pagodas on a bicycle, which cost only 1500kyat. Even the ebike was a cheap 3000 to 6000kyat, if you know how to find the right shop. The thing with the pagodas and temples in Bagan was that once I had been in a few, they tended to look the same, unless one would know what to look out for – the murals, the Buddha images etc. I did not. All I wanted to do was to climb whichever pagodas/temples I could find and view from the top. Several pagodas/temples closed their first floors, with the reason of preservation. I did not buy that. They were just trying to tie in the tourists to several temples so that they could check on one paying for the entrance ticket into Bagan – USD20. It had increased from USD15 to USD20 on 1 Jan 2015.
Better places to have your meals would be in front of Ananda Temple, where one could join the locals for cheaper and delicious meals. Not in the restaurants but the stalls/shops on the same side of the road as Ananda Temple.
I stayed in Golden Myanmar Guest House in Old Bagan for two nights. It was not really bad, but if I had the choice, I would have tried out the newer looking hotels in Old Bagan.
I bid goodbye to Bagan, taking again JJ Express Bus from the ancient city to Yangon. The fare was 18500kyat. Unlike the one that went from Yangon to Taunggyi (Inle Lake), this one was not cold. The funny bit was that the free cake and cookies were served after the stop the bus had made, for toilet break and meals.
Yangon (24 – 25 Jan 2015)
Back in Yangon in the early morning, I walked for 45 minutes from the city stadium to my hotel – Agga Youth Hotel. A funny thing was that when I was in Bagan, I was told that JJ Express Bus could stop at a ‘ferry’ to bring us to the city center. I had to pay 500kyat. So, I did. When the bus stopped in the early morning, around 5am, I was told to transfer to ‘ferry’. So, I got down, seeing a small bus, parking in front of a closed gate of a building, which I assumed was the jetty. There were other buses too. I asked what time would the ‘ferry’ move. The faces, of the few whom I had directed the question to, were puzzling. I did not understand them. Eventually, I understood. There was no river ferry. The small bus was the ‘ferry’.
It was safe to walk alone, in the dark morning in Yangon. Unfortunately, despite believing that Agga Youth Hotel had empty rooms, it did not entertain my request for an early check-in. Not at 6am. Nor at 10am. Nor at 11.30am. And eventually, although there were only two guests hanging around the lobby for check-in, I had to ask again if I could check in, at 1.30pm. It was then the receptionist flipped his paper and checked and told me – yes. I was there all the time and he could not even make the effort to check me in, until I had asked again. He walked me to my room, which of course, I refused to give any tips. The room was alright but I was still unhappy about the hotel’s refusal to check guests in slightly earlier. One night in the hotel was The map, printed and given by the hotel, was funny/misleading. It would claim several tourist sites as nearby, within 20 minutes of walking. It was more like 30 to 40 minutes. The room cost me MYR94 per night.
Shwedagon Pagoda, the huge pagoda attraction of Yangon was under restoration. That did not stop them from collecting from me 8000kyat for entrance fee. If Bagan was the land of pagodas, Shwedagon Pagoda was the temple of thousand Buddhas. There were so many Buddha statues in this complex that I was actually horrified by it. There were many halls on the top floor and some halls were basically occupied fully by the 10 to 20 huge Buddha statues.
I sat and waited for the main pagoda to be lit up like gold. Although under restoration, the lights beaming on the golden pagoda did light up the night. So, I guess the 8000kyat was somehow worth it.
I took taxi the next morning to the airport. It cost me 8000kyat.
I loved Myanmar and the few days I had spent there. Will I go back again? Unlikely, as I am not thrilled to pay another USD50 for its visa. Malaysia, Singapore and Thailand are the only 3 ASEAN countries where their citizens need to pay for visa to enter Myanmar. Citizens from the other countries need not to pay for a 14 days stay.
There are several areas I did not see in Myanmar; Bago, Golden Rock, Popa, Pindaya Caves, Goteik Viaduct and more. Myanmar was magically, indeed. However, there should be some restraints on the locals’ part not to bleed every single cent from the tourists. I got so tired of not knowing the right price to bargain for.
Generally, these were my main expenses. The one that I could have avoided was the horsecart ride.
Myanmar e-visa – USD50
Airasia flight from KL to Yangon to KL – MYR155
Midnight bus from Yangon to Taunggyi (Inle Lake) – 18500kyat
Inle Star Motel (Nyaung Shwe) – USD25
Inle Lake Entrance Fee – USD10
Boat ride to Inle Lake (shared with 3 other tourists) – USD5 each
Bicycle rental – 1500kyat for a day
Midnight bus from Taunggyi to Mandalay – 11000kyat
Mandalay Moe Thee Hotel – MYR93.12
Mandalay motorcycle tour – 15000kyat
Mandalay to Bagan – 9000kyat
Bagan Entrance Fee – USD20
Horse cart ride – 30000kyat
Bagan Golden Myanmar Guest House (2 nights) – MYR230
Bicycle rental for half day – 800kyat
Bagan to Yangon midnight bus – 18500kyat
Shwedagon Entrance Fee – 8000kyat
Sule Pagoda Entrance Fee – 3000kyat
Taxi from Yangon downtown to airport – 8000kyat
Overall – around USD363 for 8 days, excluding meals.
The best food to be consumed in Myanmar had to be the food by the roadside. Clean, proper cafes and shops may serve clean food but tasty ones are found by the roadside. I had squatted down and joined the locals several times. Usually I went for noodle soup. The price range was between 300 to 1000 kyat. More often I paid 300kyat for the food.
My favourite dishes were on the above 3. The one on the biggest photo was the first dish I have had in Yangon/Myanmar. It was mixed by using hands. Yup, you heard me. Hands. It cost 1000kyat. The second photo on the left shows Shan noodle at Nyaung Shwe. It was delicious. 1500kyat. The top photo on the left was a food almost alike Sui Kow of Malaysia’s dishes. 1500kyat too. It was worth it, as it was delicious. This was in Mandalay. The last meal I have had in Myanmar was Mohinga, which I had failed to snap any photo, as I ate it at night. Bad lighting. It cost me only 300kyat. My friend said it was the national food. It was nice.
Myanmar proved to me that it was still a place to hold mystic. There was good blend between modernisation and the old feelings. One could still hear the talks about Myanmar 10, 20 years ago. Sure, Myanmar has wifi now. The people could own smart phones with cameras. There are VIP express buses. Back then, handphones had to be left at the airport, to be claimed only when one was leaving. No wifi then. Only old, local buses which looked like it had survived the many years and many old dusty roads of Burma.
Away from touristy sites, one could find the charm of old Myanmar, still untainted much by modernisation. The people were friendly and happy to see visitors of their country and culture. There was some sense of warmness felt from the way they greeted you and the smiles they shared with you. There were so many nature sites one could escape to, to be away from the city crowd and traffic. Somehow, it was like a step back into the country life, still pure and simple.
Among all my backpacking trips, I have to say that Myanmar vacation remains one of the best experiences I had enjoyed.