My Trip to Burma: We return to Yangon for a glorious, unguided afternoon.
I loved these colorful doors.
The next destination was the Kheng Hock Keong temple a few blocks away. The stroll there was great, as it took us through a crowded Chinatown market with really tempting street food. Check out the street scene here. Love it!
Spotted this cute little cat on the street outside a clothing stand.
Mark checks out his fortune. Each reed contains a fortune. You shake the can back and forth, and one reed ends up sticking out further than the others. Eventually it falls on the ground, and that's the one with your fortune.
After that, we hit Little India. This neighborhood in downtown Yangon has nebulous boundaries. It is spread out over several streets and received the name during the British occupation, when many Indians and Bangladeshi Muslims migrated here. It’s a real melting pot, with mosques and Hindu temples, rustic little houses, and colonial style buildings. A large Indian food market, the Thein Gyi Zei, attracts people having lunch, buying food and selling goods. This is what a proper Burmese bazaar looks like: a chaotic crush of stalls, shoppers, sacks, boxes, bikes, trash, rodents. Total mayhem.
Yep, people walking by, their feet just inches from the food you're considering purchasing.
How nice. A guy smoking his cigarette while peddling a variety of chicken feet. Oh, those things in the bottom right corner? Severed chicken heads. How appealing.
This kitty seems unperturbed by all the chaos. Well...her ears are back. Maybe she IS perturbed.
We crossed the alley and went into the clothing market in the westernmost building. Again, very tight quarters, the place piled high with endless stacks of material. You could barely move!
After the Indian market, we continued to stroll the streets of Little India. Spotted this pretty cool temple, the Sri Kali Hindu Temple.This temple was built by Tamil immigrants during colonial times. This incredibly vibrant temple is painted in all colors of the rainbow and covered from top to bottom in depictions of Hindu gods and goddesses dancing, standing, playing instruments and twisting and bending in all kinds of weird poses. Indians come here to pay their respects to the fearsome mother goddess Kali, whose black image sits in the temple’s inner shrine, surrounded by shrines to Shiva, Ganesh, Lakshmi, and Karthik (more commonly known as Murugan). Several Hindu festivals are held each year, but among the most famous is the Murugan Festival, which apart from colorful processions also features ritual self-mutilation.
Here's another Indian temple, with an even more colorful exterior. Amazing.
We hit the street again. It was sweltering. There was a very popular outdoor stall that was selling cold drinks. Everyone was clamoring for one. Mark got the brown one. I got the fluorescent green one, which looked like a glass of antifreeze.
I made a mental note not to visit this dentist. Ever.
We found our way to Kosan restaurant. Just our luck, we managed to get the lone table on the small balcony that overlooks the busy street. Perfect. We ordered pina coladas (80 cents each. Seriously.), and some pork for Mark and a burger for me. Entire meal was about 6 bucks, and was fabulous.
The view over the street was pretty entertaining.