April 23, 2017
Nyaung Shwe, Myanmar (Inle Lake region)
woke up feeling slightly better again, and made it to breakfast. A beautiful breakfast display was delivered to our table shortly after we sat down. They brought out a tray shaped like one of the
local, flat, Inle fishing boats, topped with a variety of recognizable and “new
to us” foods. Additionally, we got a
lovely basket of clearly locally-baked breads, including delicious
croissants. I’m pretty sure this is a
Swiss-owned property, so of course they have tasty croissants. And the coffee – a super bold Arabica grown
in the nearby mountains – the best I’ve had in Asia so far. If I was feeling 100%, I would have had more than the two cups that I drank.
|Cruising Inle Lake|
|Beautiful breakfast spread at the Viewpoint Lodge, complete with delicious Shan State coffee|
|The view of the bustling street below, as seen from our second floor open-air breakfast table|
of the hotel employees, seemingly a manager of some kind, named Kyi (pronounced Chee),
struck up a conversation with me while I was having some coffee, before
Caroline was ready to join me for breakfast.
His English was pretty good, after being in the hotel business for 25
years. Kyi comes from the village of
Inthein, at the south end of Inle Lake.
I was wearing my dark orange Shan-style shirt, which he came over to
compliment. He assumed I must have
bought it at one of the villages out on the lake.
|Sporting my classically-colored Shan shirt, and blending in nicely with the hotel bungalows|
When I told him it was from Kalaw and we
hadn’t yet been out on the lake, he offered to have his son, a freshly-minted
graduate from ‘guide-school’ in Kalaw, tour us around the lake. Apparently, his son is learning English, and
would know much more than the local boatmen.
The guide does not drive the boat; he rides along taking you to locations of
interest, gives a bit of information, and acts as translator with the boatman.
we set off with the boatman, we cruised down the canal a bit to pick up our
|Cruising down the canal, away from the Viewpoint Lodge, to go pick up our guide|
Approaching a dock, we thought,
“Wow, Kyi’s son looks just like Kyi; it’s uncanny!” When he climbed on board, it became clear
that it was Kyi, changed out of his black, Shan hotel uniform and into his
longyi-and-shirt guide outfit. He
apologized, saying his son was not feeling well, apparently with a headache
after not sleeping the night before. We
later learned that the son's wife had recently divorced him. She took off to Yangon and never came back,
leaving him with their now two-year-old boy.
It sounds like Kyi’s son could use a therapist and some meds, but of
course that’s not a thing here. Kyi said
that he would tour us around the lake, since he had already promised us his
son and it was a slow day back at the hotel.
|Kyi, giving me details about the lake, over the roar of the motor. Caroline, sitting in front of me, barely hears a word of his narrative over the boat noise.|
15 minutes or so cruising down the canal connecting our town of Nyaung Shwe to
Inle Lake itself, we emerged onto open water.
I expected it to be much more crowded with tourist boats, but we rarely
saw any once out on the lake. We passed
the famous balancing fishermen, dressed in a variety of outfits from
traditional Shan wear to more current track pants & t-shirt combos. I was somewhat surprised to see that they
were just out….actually….fishing. It
wasn’t a putting-on-a-display-for-the-tourists situation.
We tried to get some good photos (of course), but never came close
enough to get anything magazine-worthy.
|Iconic balancing fisherman at work on Inle Lake|
We passed the huge floating gardens,
where they mostly grow tomatoes twice per year.
The most common site, however, were the long boats heaping with seaweed
and/or moss. Usually there was just one
person with a long, pitchfork-type tool collecting mounds of the stuff. This is used as fertilizer, and also as feed
for chickens and pigs.
all the way from the north end of the lake to the southernmost point, we went
down some canals through a few “floating villages”, ramshackle groups of houses
set up high on stilts. The water in the
lake is low right now, but will rise 5-7 feet during the rainy season.
|Heading down the outskirts of one of the stilted villages|
The afternoon was spent going from village to
village, where Kyi would take us to various workshops (called “factories”)
where they make local products, and guides get a commission for any purchases
tourists make. Poor Kyi, he didn’t
realize what a couple of non-shoppers he was taking on board.
went to a weaving workshop, where we saw what was actually a fascinating display
of how they create lotus thread and weave it into fabric. It was attached to a very nice showroom
stocked with high-priced lotus and silk merchandise, amongst more standard
cotton clothing, bags, and other souvenirs. They had the same white, Shan shirt
I had already bought, which sold for $25 versus the $6 I paid in Kalaw. Gotta
pay for the showroom – and the guide commission! Caroline was close to buying a mostly silk
and partial lotus scarf, but ended up passing, since we knew there was a
substantial markup and we hadn’t had a chance to look around elsewhere.
|Weavers at work|
|Weaver at work, weaving a blend of silk and lotus|
workshops included a blacksmith, where we actually bought something(!) – a
decorative cowbell. This was after much consternation and debate about whether we wanted to carry around a heavy hunk of metal for the next 4-1/2 months. Apparently, we decided that we did.
|Decisions, decisions... buy a bell? How big do we dare?|
We also went to a place where they built the long, Inle-style
boats out of teak, and coat them in black teak sap. Inside the boat factory, we sat, mesmerized, watching a group of three
local ladies rolling cigar-style cigarettes (called cheroots) for quite some time, while Kyi
discussed how upset it makes him to see his countrymen getting drunk on cheap
alcohol and high on their local cocktail of cough syrup and opium. You can buy a liter of the cheap alcohol for
about $0.50, but apparently its high ethanol content wreaks havoc on the
livers and brains of addicted users.
|This big... Kyi seemed happy we bought something|
Next up was the jumping cat monastery, which sadly no longer has any jumping cats. As Kyi explained to us, the monk who formerly trained the cats,
during downtime between scripture, had passed away four years ago. But we stopped to admire the 160-year-old
teak structure anyway. Our final stop
before heading back to the hotel was a village on the northeast part of the lake,
where we got out of the boat to walk down the long pier into “town.” Everyone in town (and probably many other of
the 170 villages surrounding the lake) were there to watch the exciting finals
of a volleyball tournament. We watched
for about ten minutes, as the talented players faced off in a close match.
|The only photo I took at the long-neck shop|
dinnertime, I wasn’t feeling so well, but we ordered the fish-and-potato
tempura with a red tomato-chili sauce off the small plates portion of the menu back at the hotel.
It was delicious, and I wished I had an appetite to eat more than one of
these greasy but tasty fritters. Despite
the lack of the excitement of good food and drink, it was a great day on the
|Heading back down the pier after watching the village volleyball match. When did Scott get so tall?|
|Caroline, Scott, Kyi, and Boatman - having a great day on the lake|
|Another beautiful sunset, as seen from the dock near our bungalow at the Viewpoint Lodge|
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