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The river is so calm and the air so still we can hear children
yelling to each other as they run along the riverbank waving to us.
A young girl washing her hair at the river edge looks up and smiles.
Across the austere plain the setting sun catching the tops of white
stupas, lighting them like candles. We see a woman cooking the
evening meal over a fire while nearby an old man leads a bullock
into the river to fill a large wooden barrel with water. And, of
course, more pagodas. It is a scene that has enthralled the visitor
since the time of Marco Polo and Kublai Khan. We felt like we had
just walked into someone's living room.
"I think they could use a few less monks in this country and a
few more civil engineers," an old woman from Fresno groused from
the back of the bus the next day as we bumped along a hot dusty
road in Pagan. Although we were being thrown about like
pancakes, we were all engrossed in an orgy of temple watching at
what some say is the most remarkable site in all Southeast Asia,
surpassing even Borobudur in Indonesia and Angkor Wat in
Cambodia.
"Bell," one of the little girls says later as we all stand before
the Mingun Bell. A few minutes later another little girl is saying,
"Mingun Pagoda." I was thinking how nice it would be if all tour
guides in the world were this succinct and left the facts to the
guidebooks.
"Burma has the best Cokes in the world," a man on our ship
said at a refreshment stand near the Mingun Pagoda. It was
probably the 90 degree heat that made it so refreshing, but it did
seem the ultimate irony that a country like Myanmar, which for 40
7
years has succeeded in keeping out all things foreign, was now
bottling the best Coca Cola in the world. (Actually, the Coke was
bottled in Singapore, but, the cracks in Myanmar are starting to
open.)
Our tonga was literally swept along on this fabled "road" past
bustling street markets, teashops, craftsmen sculpting marble
Buddhas, a huge stupa surrounded by 729 marble slabs on which
is engraved the entire Buddhist canon, or Tripitaka. It is sometimes
dubbed the 'world's biggest book.' It would take a person reading
eight hours a day two years to read the entire book.
And as our plane rose above Mandalay the next day on the
way back to Yangon, I couldn't help but be reminded of the lines ...
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