Another day in Yangon on the way back to Suzhou. We followed a recommendation from the travel guide and crossed over to Dala, south of Yangon.
The charm should lie in the hustle and bustle of the markets, the naturalness of the fishing villages and a few temples. Well, we'll see. All Muhsens took the ferry across the Yangon River. Already on the ferry we and especially our children were scrutinized and sometimes touched. This is supposed to bring good luck.
On the other side there was a market for locals. But there were also a few drivers ready to take you for a ride on their motor tricycle. So let's go...
First stop: a pagoda/ temple. We looked around a bit and once again marveled at how much gold is just standing around here in the landscape.
We photographed fences that are forbidden in Germany
and chatted a bit with a novice monk who lives here with his colleagues.
We continued to a village a few kilometers away. The people here live in simple huts, mostly just one room with a table and bed, sometimes nothing at all.Our guide wanted to show us a cemetery. Close by, children played with equally spartan toys as the interior of the houses. Philipp gave them a little something from his toys. Next stop was a real 'orphanage'. Not directly recognizable as such as it was just a few huts on the edge of a settlement. A missionary takes care of the parentless little ones or those whose parents have succumbed to alcohol and drugs. The conditions were very primitive and we were not prepared for it. So we could only donate and give away a little. Then the next destination was 'Temple of the 40 Snakes'. We didn't suspect that the noun would actually be an omen. A temple on a small island in the middle of a small artificial pond - full of snakes! We were amazed. There was an older monk and an older woman sitting there. A snake wanted to get some fresh air but was promptly pushed back by the woman and a prepared stick.After the impressive snakes, the next superlative, the temple of the 1000 Buddhas! Here we could imagine beforehand that it would be true. Like the Terracotta Army, the colleagues stood in rows and files. Philipp and I climbed up a pagoda and enjoyed the view. But then it was enough for this day. Our driver took us back to the port in the tuk-tuk. The streets of Yangon were partially very Chinese decorated. The Middle Kingdom is obviously reaching out here. A very eventful and exciting day came to an end and we were glad we took this trip!
