"It's a very nice colour," he said
approvingly. "Do you call it golden?"
Blonde moment and international
misunderstanding over, we settled down to discuss
natural hair colour and the tricky nuances of the
English language. It didn't seem at all strange to be
talking about such earthly aspects of western life with
an ascetic in a country that is quite cut off from the
rest of the world.
Theravada Buddhism is the main
religion in Myanmar, and monks, spectacular temples and
impressive archaeological sites like Bagan show its
importance during the country's long history.
The ruins of the fabled kingdom of
Bagan sit on a plain bounded by a sweeping curve of the
Irrawaddy, or Ayeyarwady River, about 600km north of the
capital Yangon (formerly Rangoon). Palaces and other
wooden buildings disappeared long ago, but over 2000
brick pagodas and temples still spike skywards from
among fields of sesame, maize and pulses. To see so many
monuments in a 42sq km area is astounding, but they are
mere remnants of a golden era when Bagan was known as
the "city of four million pagodas".
The Shwezigon Paya where we sat
chatting to the monk was started by Anawrahta, the king
who made Bagan the capital of Burma in the 11th century,
and finished by Kyanzittha, another prolific temple
builder. Built to contain bones, hair and other relics
of the Buddha, the shrine was the most important
reliquary in Bagan, and its construction also
incorporated elements of pre-Buddhist animist spirits
called "nats".
This blend of old and new beliefs
proved popular and the glittering golden stupa was
copied throughout the country. Today many of Bagan's
temples and pagodas are archaeological sites more than
places of worship, but the Shwezigon Paya still attracts
many pilgrims.
After running the usual gauntlet of
vendors at the entrance, and hoping that I wasn't
wearing a "shameless dress", which a sign said were
forbidden, we walked around the base of the pagoda,
admiring the architectural detail and pondering the
meaning of different structural elements.
We strolled past elderly women
smoking enormous hand-wrapped cheroots that almost hid
their weathered faces, and whose equally large coughing
fits echoed around the complex. Bells tolled and monks
chanted, and kids laughed and chattered in the welcome
shade cast by the solid spire. People sat in quiet
contemplation, while others prayed on the pagoda
terrace, bowing so low that their heads touched the
ground.
We visited many more temples and
caves but when they began to blur into one we decided to
follow trails through trees and farmland in search of
the river. Even here crumbling stupas punctuated the
scenery and novice monks passed by, alms bowls carried
casually in the crook of their arms.
In a basic village dogs eyed us as
warily, and small children ran away crying at the sight
of us. Older ones shyly asked for "bonbons" and "stylos"
- proof that Bagan is a popular destination for French
tour groups.
On the sandy banks of the river
children were kicking a cane ball into a makeshift goal,
but the game was abandoned when we appeared. We were
interested in the nets in the river, the cultivated
plots on the dry riverbed, and the bullocks ploughing
the shore, but the kids were interested in us. Their
curiosity was truly rewarded when one of us stepped into
knee-deep mud while taking a photo of boats unloading
their wares.
Watching the sunset over the
pagoda-studded plain is the highlight of evening
entertainment in sleepy Bagan. We climbed to the top
terrace of an obscure temple, which we shared with just
a couple of other people. As the yellow orb of the sun
flicked its dying rays across the river and tinted the
temples and low hills with its lambent flame, an
unearthly hush seemed to settle across the plain.
However, some sites get extremely
crowded at sunset and a controversial viewing tower is
planned to take the pressure off the monuments.
The Bagan temples have endured raids
by Kublai Khan's forces, floods, earthquakes, vandalism
and looting, so hopefully a sensitive restoration and
protection programme will help them to survive for many
centuries more.
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Heather Ramsay flew from Bangkok to Yangon courtesy
of Thai Airways.