Events of Saturday 3nd May 2014
I had a fairly leisurely start to the day with breakfast in the Strand Hotel. I had time to scan a couple of English-language Myanmar papers.
One article (which delighted me) reported that Jeremy Clarkson and the special ‘Top Gear’ program recorded in Myanmar (which I’d seen back in the U.K. before I left) were in hot water over alleged disparaging comments made during the program. I’m afraid I was unable to accept their defence that they were unaware that the language employed could be taken in a racially-critical manner.
Whilst I was getting ready, I had a message to say the lady from the local travel agents, ‘Sunbird’, was in reception. The charming young lady had slightly-revised flight times plus various vouchers for me to hand to my guide on arrival at Sittwe Airport.
Transfer by car to the Domestic Terminal at Yangon Airport was now to be at 10:15 a.m. to check in for the ‘Air KBZ’ flight K7 422 departing at 12:30. I’d packed enough clothes for three or four days into my smaller suitcase, allowing me to leave the larger suitcase in store at the Strand until my return on the 6th May. The car took a good hour to reach the airport but we’d still time in hand. They appear to have converted what was formerly the 'V.I.P. Terminal' into a significantly-improved Check-in and Departure Lounge area for ordinary passengers. Check-in was painless and then it was through security with my hand baggage (including my trusty ‘Fujitsu’ notebook computer) into the large air conditioned departure lounge now in use. There was even a flight information display screen for departures (I only found one!), allowing me to keep track of flights (public address announcements in the Domestic Terminal are only made in Burmese).
Check-in for the Sittwe flight.
At the expected time, we went through the gate onto the transfer bus which took us to the ’Air KBZ’ Advanced Turbo-Prop aircraft standing on the apron. The safety briefing (in English and Burmese) included use of lifejackets for our route was likely to take us near, if not over, the sea. The boarding pass indicated an intermediate stop at ‘SDY’. I didn’t recognise the ticketing code but realised afterwards that a straight route from Yangon to Sittwe would pass very close to Thandwe airport which, confusingly, is also called Ngapali. Ngapali is a popular beach resort – I’d considered staying there but was told that the recommended resort hotel would close at the end of the ‘High’ season, shortly before my trip. The British originally called the airport at Thandwe ‘Sandway’ which explains the ticketing code. ‘Sandway’ and ‘Thandwe’ are probably British and Romanised-Burmese spellings of the same name (like ‘Rangoon’ and ‘Yangon’).
We descended towards Thandwe airport at I could see a long, very attractive, sandy beach with waves breaking. This was the Bay of Bengal.
Attractive beaches visible on the approach to Thandwe Airport.
The aircraft landed and taxied to the terminal building. Ground staff erected a simple rope safety barrier around the area of the stopped port propeller before dragging out a luggage trailer with an imposing array of modern luggage, since the hatch to the baggage hold was adjacent to the propeller.
'Joiners' luggage about to be loaded at Thandwe Airport.
A number of Burmese passengers disembarked, making room for what appeared to be exclusively European ‘joiners’. They looked as if they’d just come from one of the beach resorts. A German lady sat next to me. She was travelling with her husband and two teenage daughters back home, currently Hong Kong. The ground crew finally managed to load all the baggage and we were soon airborne again, destination Sittwe.
The British abandoned Mrauk U as a regional capital (it is a fair way upstream from the sea, as I was about to discover), choosing instead to develop ‘Sittway’ (British spelling) as their administrative centre. After approaching over a series of islands and fishing villages, we landed at Sittwe airport. The German lady had told me that she was not too comfortable in small aircraft so it was unfortunate that we made one of the heaviest landings I’d experienced on this trip. The European passengers seemed to be continuing to Yangon – only a few passengers got off and we were trusted to walk the few yards across the apron to the terminal building.
The 'Air KBZ' aircraft on arrival at Sittwe.
My guide was waiting and my small checked bag arrived safely.
The various States forming the Republic of the Union of Myanmar have a degree of autonomy and, since I was about to enter Rakhine State, my guide took my passport and arranged the formalities at a desk marked ‘IMMIGRATION’. A vehicle was waiting for us to take us the short drive to Sittwe town, where I’d board a private boat for the trip up river to Mrauk U. I’d no idea what sort of boat so I was wearing slacks to simplify matters although a longyi is much more comfortable.
The long, straight road took us through what was quite a busy and sizeable town (I believe the population is about 20,000), then we turned into a small ship repair yard with a covered slipway. The general air of dereliction suggested that this might have been abandoned by the British and unused since. But the glare of an electric arc welder confirmed that this was, in fact, a fully-functional, if unkempt, shipyard.
Arriving at the Ship Yard in Sittwe.
Our transport pulled up in a spot crammed with bits of boats and cargo. Various groups of people seemed to be engaged in different tasks. There was a wooden jetty thrusting into an adjacent waterway but the loose or missing planks of this twisted construction gave it more the appearance of a piece of modern art than a means of joining a boat. I’m an adherent to the dictum “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” myself, but the Burmese are expert in taking this philosophy to extremes. With some reservations, I carefully followed my guide across the obstacle course of the dilapidated jetty to a rather odd-looking, black-painted wooden boat. The hull had the re-assuring lines of something built by people who knew what they were doing but some curious wooden fish decorations, large circular cut-outs resembling portholes on the main deck and a wooden structure to support an awning (not fitted) on the upper deck combined to give a peculiar effect.
Boarding the boat to Mrauk U at the Ship Yard in Sittwe.
As soon as I and my luggage were aboard, we cast-off and carefully manoeuvred into the very congested creek. As we went downstream, we were followed by a familiar shape - it appeared to be a larger-version of the 'Express Boat' I'd been introduced to on the Rajang River in Sarawak (described in a post here and, indeed, my guide thought the design had come from Malaysia. As the creek emptied into the sea, the 'Express Boat' (operated by Malikha Travels) opened up his engines and overtook us.
The 'Express Boat' heads for the offshore islands.
We traversed the sea for a while, keeping parallel to the shore, until we entered the broad estuary of the River Kaladan which would take us to Mrauk U and my hotel. Against the current, this would take around six hours.
There were at least three crew, all in nondescript longyi and tee shirts but with the confident gaze of boatmen everywhere. There were at least two hotel staff, in shirt and longyi which formed the hotel uniform. The one waiter sported a white jacket with black buttons, giving a very superior appearance. Then there was my guide and I finally realised that all of this effort was just for me.
Some of the crew on the upper deck.
The boat was at least 40 feet long and 15 feet in the beam so it was quite spacious. Later, the hotel information informed me that these boats are “fully equipped” for 20-odd passengers and the hotel operates two or three of them. I tended to stay on the upper deck for its unrestricted views but after a while I was invited to take lunch. A small table was laid out on the main deck with a white tablecloth, flowers, heavy cutlery and a folded napkin.
Relaxing on the main deck before lunch.
I declined both prawns and chicken and settled for steamed rice and cooked vegetables. It was delicious but I could only manage about half of the portion of rice which the Burmese consider essential for their own smaller frames.
Both river banks were farmed flatland with isolated or small groups of bamboo cottages, each with one or more traditional wooden longboats. These boats were variously propelled by a small engine driving a long propeller shaft ('longtail boat' style), by a rectangular sail or simply by paddles. Periodically, small herds of water buffalo grazed near the water's edge.
We continued upstream through a warm evening, the river meandering left and right and still quite wide. The darkness descended quite quickly, as it does in the tropics. We just kept going, occasionally with a lookout in the prow with a powerful torch swinging left and right. Then we came upon a vessel midstream and lamp signals were exchanged. As we passed, the crew of the other boat shouted and my guide explained their situation. The other boat had been taking two passengers upstream to our hotel when it lost power. From the design of the boat, it didn’t look like one of the standard hotel fleet. We circled around and gently came alongside the disabled vessel. Strong arms held the two boats together whilst luggage was transferred to our boat and then more strong arms helped the passengers scramble aboard.
Carlotta is helped from the stranded boat (blue roof) to my boat (on the right).
The couple joined me on the top deck - a middle-aged couple from Milan, Marco and Carlotta, who were very relieved that their adventure had ended. The hotel staff on my boat provided tea and coffee and we continued through the dark, at last coming to the private jetty at the Mrauk U Princess Resort.
As is often the case in this type of resort, the accommodation was in the form of individual ‘ethnic’ cottages, here in Rakhine architectural style, but with very luxurious appointments. The ‘village’ effect was somewhat spoilt by the sound of ‘Gangham Style’ being played very loud. The hotel apologised that there was a wedding at one of the houses in the village next to the resort and the reception was clearly well in progress. The disco music continued, sometimes loud, sometimes quieter, for most of the night and during the next day but I found it amusing rather than irritating. On Saturday night, I was so tired I don’t think anything would have disturbed me.
Marco and Carlotta insisted that I had been their rescuer and, despite my protests, insisted on taking me to dinner in the hotel dining room which, fortunately, stayed open to midnight. A pleasant conclusion to an interesting, if exhausting, day.
Dinner with Marco and Carlotta.
My Pictures
Yangon Airport.
Thandwe Airport.
Sittway Airport.
Sittwe, Myanmar.
By Boat to Mrauk U.
Mrauk U Princess Resort.
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