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5am
dog chorus |
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Awoken
in the frigid Christmas predawn by dogfights. Everywhere in Asia,
packs of mongrels wander the streets, shy of humans who all too often
abuse them. With skin falling from open sores and wounds and missing
ears, they are a pitiful reminder that life can be very harsh. |
bats |
1.4
MB |
In
the dark interior of the abandoned temples of Bagan, bats hide from
the sunlight and dust until evening. Their sharp stink is unforgettable. |
bus
clatter |
1.4
MB |
The
bane of a traveler: the overnight bus. Past midnight the potholes
loom like chasms. Oncoming traffic runs with brights or nothing. The
loose windows clatter and the TV finally falls silent. |
cable
car |
1.4
MB |
In
a pleasant park in downtown Rangoon (Yangon), we paid a few cents
to cross the arm of a lake. On benches and nesteld under oaks, lovers
canoodled in a bit of public privacy. |
dusk
walk |
2
MB |
We
trekked for several days in the undeveloped hills of the Shan state,
home to dozens of unique cultures, each with their own language and
traditions. We spent this dusk as a guest in the home of a medicine
man, U Chi, from whom we purchased several herbal compounds. One for
the digestion. All mildly intoxicating. |
horse
cart |
1.4
MB |
The
dry plain of Bagan is home to several thousand Buddhist temples and
stupas, and rivals Angkor Wat as an archeological site. Arriving by
river ferry from Mandalay late in the afternoon, we hunted for a hotel
in a horse cart taxi. |
marionette
rock |
1.9
MB |
The
night we arrived in Rangoon (Yangon) a street fair took over several
blocks along the river. One of the sideshow tents was packed with
children watching a marionette band, rocking out in mime to an eager
pit band just off in the wings. Here we learend that the Burmese don't
applaud. |
midnight
vendors |
1.9
MB |
All-night
restaurants dot the highways of Asia. Which one you stop at is a whim
of the driver; perhaps they like the food at this one, get a kickback
at that one, or have family at a third. This one northeast of Rangoon
was populated, even at midnight, by vendors hawking tea, snacks and
cigarettes. |
Myo
with mallets |
1.4
MB |
Myo
was the house musician the night we visited the grand old colonial
Strand by the river in Rangoon. The instrument she plays here resembled
an ornate marimba and sounds more like the bamboo xylophones of Vietnam. |
Myo
plucks |
1.4
MB |
Myo
also playes this plucked, zither-like harp instrument. Perhaps someone
can tell me the names of these instruments, or the tunes she plays.
I've always been uneasy about sharing the work of other musicians,
but I hope she wouldn't mind. |
nat
pwé |
2
MB |
Nats
are the ancestor spirits of the old animist Burmese religion that
predated Buddhism and thrives still. Similar to the loa of voudoun,
different nats have different spheres of influence and symbiology,
and are invited to posess (often transvestite) devotees during rituals
invovling musical rites and intoxication. We were fortunate enough
to be welcomed at a pwé (dramatized ritual) for Ko Gyi Gyo
('big brother Gyo') in Yngshwe, on Inle lake. |
paya
bells |
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KB |
Outside
many of the payas we visited were rows of ancient iron bells. Splintering
mallets always leaned nearby, for devotees and eager children to strike
the bells. |
pitstop |
1.3
MB |
A
mysterious bit of ambiance outside an afternoon pitstop along the
highway. I couldn't quite figure the recording out -- it was distorting
like a tape, but clearly skips like an LP. Given the amount of voracious
recycling in (import starved) Burma, I decided it was a tape of a
skipping LP. A personal favorite. |
rice
grinder |
1.4
MB |
This
room-sized Rube Goldberg rice grinder made such a wonderful noise,
we circled round on our bikes to check it out. Inch-thick rubber belts
crisscrossed in the rice-flour filled air, wobbling and swaying in
relentless syncopation. The thing swings like Elvin Jones, man. |
silk
looms |
2
MB |
Boat
tours of vast, still Inle Lake in the Shan state are deservedly popular.
You're lucky if you can prevail on your boatman to stop at only a
few mid-lake tourist industries: showcase enterprises where, surprise,
the salespeople speak English. One such stop, a several story building
perched on stilts on the lake, was filled with women hand-looming
silk. |
stalagtite |
2.3
MB |
In
the hills outside Pindaya a cave complex houses tens of thousands
of images of the Buddha. In a cavern farther into the hill, a resonant
stalagtite has gone black from curious hands. A 10' length of bamboo
with an end gone soft leans nearby to strike it with. |
sugarcane
juicer |
2
MB |
The
Burmese are great snackers. The streets are lined, especially in the
afternoon and early evening, with vendors selling dozens of delectables.
On many corners hand-turned iron grinders pulp sugarcane to extract
juice. Their wheels are hung with pells, to attract a steady custom. |
sule
paya PA |
2
MB |
The
central roundabout in downtown Rangoon (Yangon) surrounds Sule Paya
(a paya is a Buddhist place of worship). After passing it at night
we would be followed for blocks by the chanting of invisible monks
emanating on a ring of loudspeakers. |
takeoff |
1.4
MB |
Wandering
by bike into the less visited reaches of the Bagan plain, we found
a cement irrigation cistern hissing and gurgling. I stuck my head
inside to record, and many minutes later an airplane took off from
a small nearby airport. |
tape
chaos |
1.4
MB |
Music
is everywhere in Burma, but top notch tape recorders are not. Personally
I find the results charming. |
yngshwe
oxcart |
1.9
MB |
A
wooden wheeled oxcart passes in a cacaphony of bells, hooves, and
creaks. The cart was leaving a roving market near Yngshwe; the market
is held in a different town every day on a five day cycle. |