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Shan Birthday Girl


When I arrived in the Shan State town of Nyaunghwe back in early March, once I was settled in my hotel room, I slipped into a longyi and immediately headed outside. My first stop was to Golden Bowl Travel & Bookshop to rent a bike and chat with the owner, Mar Mar Aye. She’s a wonderful lady and almost single-handedly runs the shop.


It turned out that I arrived on an auspicious day; it was her daughter Tina’s birthday. They were planning a celebratory dinner at a local restaurant that night, and Mar Mar Aye graciously invited me to join them. I asked if I could bring anything, but Mar Mar Aye told me that presents were not necessary. However, I suggested that I could buy the birthday cake. That idea, at least, met with approval!



The restaurant that we went to, Pwe Daw Win, is a recently opened place on Yone Gyi Road, about a kilometer east of Golden Bowl and the central market area, not far from the road that leads to Tat Ein village. We rode our bikes to the restaurant T about seven o’clock that night, where we met another family friend, Lwan Moe Aung, who is a local trekking guide. At Pwe Daw Win you have the option of eating in the main dining room or one of the cute little open-air private huts (for lack of a better word). We opted for a hut, Mar Mar Aye ordered the food, and soon the feast began!



Tina couldn’t wait to get to the cake: she started cutting it up and serving it even before all the main courses had arrived! Hey, whatever floats your boat, right? I certainly didn’t complain. The cake, luckily, was quite testy, and so was the rest of the food at Pwe Daw Win. Good food and good friends; needless to say it was a very good evening!



While the teacher is away …


Back in Shan State’s Tat Ein village, the summer break had just started by the time I arrived, thus there were no classes being held at the primary school. But that didn’t stop all classroom activity! While the teachers were away, some of the kids decided to take over the classroom and have some fun of their own one afternoon.





In case you were expecting tales of wanton mischief, a graffiti party or vandalism, nothing of the sort occurred. Basically, the kids — mostly novice monks and other male students — were well behaved; goofy as could be, but never out of control. About the wildest thing I witnessed was one novice monk playfully threatening another monk with a long measuring stick.






And yes, those novice monks — known as ko yin in these parts — were clearly having a great time playing teacher and hamming it up. The younger monks also take classes here when school is in session, so the room was a familiar place for them. Some of the more restrained boys stayed in their seats and watched the action, while the more mischievous ones ran around and dreamed up more silly photo ideas.






Meanwhile, a group of girls was gathered in the back of the classroom, distancing themselves from the notorious ko yin and waiting for a lull in the action, hoping the monks would cease their nutty ways long enough for them to get their picture taken too. Happily, that’s just what happened!










When in doubt, rely on the Monks


I’m feeling bored and depressed this week, listless and uninspired. But I felt like I needed to post something, anything, before the week wound down to a close, so I came up with an answer: monks!




Yes, when in doubt, rely on the monks. And on that note, here are more monk photos from my last trip Myanmar. And believe me; I have several hundred more that I haven’t even finished editing yet, so this won’t be the last by any means. So, without further delay, here are some pictures of those delightful novice monks from Tat Ein monastery in Shan State.



















Full Moon Pagoda


One of the reasons that I went to Myanmar in late February — earlier than I originally planned — was to be in Shan State for the full moon day of March 4, which is the period known as Tabaung in Myanmar. Tabaung is a very special full moon and when I was in the country last March (the full moon fell later in March that year) I was invited to the pagoda festival that day, and night, in Tat Ein village in Shan State. What an amazing experience that was! I wrote about it last year in this post:


I was looking forward to another fascinating full moon pagoda festival, but when I arrived at Tat Ein two days before the full moon I was informed that they weren’t having a festival at the monastery in the village this year. Oh no! Luckily, however, there was a backup plan, or rather another festival in the area on the full moon day, at Baw Ri Tha monastery. When I was paying a visit to Shwe Yan Pyay Kyaung — the big old wooden monastery on the main road leading to Nyaungshwe — the day before, the U-Zin (one of the senior monks and teachers) invited me to go with some of the monks to the festival at Baw Ri Tha. I didn’t need to asked twice and eagerly accepted the invitation.


I showed up at Shwe Yan Pyay at the designated time and waited around for the novice monks to finish their studies an early lunch. They all boarded a shaky-looking vehicle and took off, leaving me to ride on a local villager’s motorcycle. When we arrived at the festival I tried to give the guy some money for taking me, but he wouldn’t take it, telling me something along the lines of, “It’s my pleasure.”



The U-Zin met me near the front of the monastery and gave me a tour of the grounds. A football game was taking place on a field next to the monastery, as well as a frenzied game of chinlon, while various food vendors had set up shop around the area, dishing out treats for the crowd, ranging from ice cream to fried lumps of something.



While this monastery was much bigger than the one at Tat Ein, there didn’t seem to be as much activity; no musicians for one thing. The U-Zin took me around to several spot before announcing: “This is boring.” Well, while it might not have been an action-packed event, I certainly wasn’t bored. If nothing else, it was fun just to people watch. At one point the U-Zin announced that he had to head back to Shwe Yan Pyay and teach a class (not all of the novice monks attended this festival), so he left me with the remaining crew and bid goodbye.




The rest of the monks led me into some sort of reception hall, where groups of monks from other monasteries in the area were lined up and waiting for the donation ceremony to begin. It was interesting to watch the monks fastidiously fold, twist, and tie their robes, taking pains to make sure they were attired appropriately for this important event. Once the long line started snaking through the grounds of the monastery, I dashed off to take photos. Once I spied my crew from Shwe Yan Pyay turning a corner, I put away my camera and pulled out a roll of money from my shoulder bag and put a 1000 kyat note in each monk’s bag.






The rest of the locals were also giving donations, mostly portions of uncooked rice, but also other snacks and some money too. Periodically, some of the helpers from the village collected all the rice from the monk’s alms bowls and poured them into large sacks to take back to the monastery. No, it wasn’t as lively as the festival last year in Tat Ein, but it was nevertheless another fascinating look at the generous side of Myanmar and its kind people.









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