Yangon was the last capital of British Burma and most of it was re-built in 1885 with a grid pattern of streets.

A lot of these colonial buildings have survived,although many of them are crumbling, moulding, and apparently empty. A few are currently being renovated and more are earmarked for future work.

Yangon's Crumbling BuildingsYangon's Crumbling Buildings

We followed the walking tour plan in Lonely Planet, starting at a typical tea house with sickly sweet condensed milk tea and delicious samosas.

Yangon Tea HouseYangon Tea House

Just outside the doors was a small stall selling betel nuts wrapped in green leaves and flavoured with spices and sesame. An English speaking guide persuaded us to try one. An interesting but 'never again' experience. 

Beetle Juice SellerBeetle Juice Seller

Strolling around the streets of the older parts of Yangon was very interesting. The old telegraph office appears to be unchanged since its construction .Second hand book sellers, using the pavement as their counter, sell ancient dusty reference books dating back to the early 1900's.

Street Book StallsStreet Book Stalls

The huge, grand, old buildings contrast with the dilapidated pavements and scruffy food stalls.

Yangon Colonial BuildingsYangon Colonial Buildings

Everywhere there are people with little stalls selling everything from drinks and snacks...

Kebab SellerKebab Seller

....to public services such as typing or telephone calls...

Street TypistStreet Typist

...and clothing repairs and alterations.

And the most memorable thing is the friendliness and helpful nature of everyone.

Clothing RepairsClothing Repairs

To escape the late morning heat we spent an hour at the Strand Hotel, built in 1900, which has been refurbished but retains many of its period features, with the welcome addition of air conditioning and amazing sandwiches with western style breads.

The bar and restaurant are open to visitors but the room prices are way above our budget. 

Yangon Strand HotelYangon Strand Hotel

Refreshed with beer and lunch we ventured into the vibrant, noisy and colourful Indian market area and purchased a couple of traditional longhis.

Yangon MarketYangon Market

From the upper floor of the market is a pedestrian bridge across Mahabandula Road where you can watch the frantic, unrelenting and diverse traffic along this main thoroughfare in complete safety. 

Yangon_Mahabandoolah_StreetYangon Mahabandoolah Street

This is a country where life revolves around the temple, with Buddhism the most prominent religion.

Yanong Botatung PayaYanong Botatung Paya

The temples are like small villages where people eat sleep and work

Weaving saffron coloured fabric for monks robesWeaving saffron coloured fabric for monks robes

Shwedagon Paya Temple

Shwedagon Paya in north Yangon is the most important religious monument in Myanmar. Its enormous stupa, over 100m high, is covered in solid gold, reputed to weigh upwards of 60 tonnes and crowned with a jewel encrusted decorative top. 

Shwedagon PayaShwedagon Paya

Four weeks in a country like Myanmar, where most tourist attractions are centred on religious sites, can test anyone's zeal for Buddha's, pagodas and stupas, but this one is really something special.

Shwedagon PayaShwedagon Paya

We arrived in the late afternoon, getting a taxi there in preference to cycling. It is impossible as a tourist to avoid paying  the government $5 but at least this entitles you to a ride in the lift up to the temple plaza. This is one of the most beautiful as well as most well tended temples that we visited.

Saying Prayers At Schwedagon PayaSaying Prayers At Schwedagon Paya

The floors are spotless and everywhere people are scrubbing, mopping and sweeping. As the sun was setting there was a cleaning ritual, with rows of women sweeping the floor followed by rows men with floor buffers.

Ritual Sweeping At Schwedagon PayaRitual Sweeping At Schwedagon Paya

The magic about the place was the intense and varied activity all around. Groups of tourists with guides, families, people bringing offerings and praying, monks meditating or climbing the stupa to add more gold.


Around every corner was yet another small shrine with a group of people praying and lighting candles. Although it was noisy and crowded there was a reverential air about it all and we were compelled to sit quietly on the side and try to take it all in. 

Monks Applying Gold Leaf to the StupaMonks Applying Gold Leaf to the Stupa

As the sun set the gold stupa glowed and then once darkness fell it was illuminated by spotlights, contrasting with the star filled sky above. 

For a fitting finale to a memorable evening we went to  'Monsoon ' restaurant, for a wonderful meal. Traditional Eastern food served to Western standards in a beautiful, air conditioned, restored colonial building.

Stupa by nightStupa by night


For our final full day we caught the ferry from the jetty on Strand Road to Dalah, on the opposite side of the Yangon River. This is a very busy ferry crossing and it was difficult getting the bikes down the crowded jetty and lifting them onto the boat in the great crush of people.

Pansodan Street JettyPansodan Street Jetty

Once on the boat we attracted a small crowd of interested locals who examined our bikes in detail. Although there are few bikes of this quality in Burma they quickly spotted the unusual features, the SIS couplings and the Rohloff  hub and bombarded Steve with questions about them.

Fascinated with our BikesFascinated with our Bikes

Getting off the ferry on the other side was even more of a crush, with all the passengers funnelling into a narrow street lined on both side with motorcycle taxis and pedicabs.

Yangon HarbourYangon Harbour

Escaping the melee we set off down the road towards Twante. This delta area was very badly damaged by the cyclone in 2009 and has only recently been freely opened to tourists, without having to obtain a permit.

Parts of the road are in an extremely poor state of repair and made the ride tiring and there was little to delight the eye, few villages and even fewer people. The highlight of the 60km day was the river ferry crossing. 

The first horse riders we'd seen with saddlesThe first horse riders we'd seen with saddles

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