Myanmar is quite golden. Every way I look, I see a hill with a golden stupa. Golden stupas in Buddhist temples just dot the countryside. And after 9 hours, I arrived in Mawlamyine. Thankfully, the train didn't break down (apparently it does quite often). I was greeted by motorcycle taxis at the train station, and told them where I wanted to go. I originally had a booking at a cheap hotel, but after hearing some feedback from other travelers I had met in Yangon earlier, I opted to go somewhere else, based on a French girl's suggestion when I met her in my hostel in Yangon.
I spent 3 nights in Mawlamyine, which acted as a base to explore other parts of the country around. I spent one full day in Mawlamyine, when I did a little bit of exploring. Mawlamyine used to be a booming town back in the days of the British Colonial Period. It was a big port, and the buildings housing the port customs were still around. Seriously, it feels like Mawlamyine was a time capsule.
If you see the pictures above, it looks like the city needs a facelift. But it was refreshing, to be away from the big metropolis for a while.
It was a time capsule, definitely. The people were quite varied. Even though most of the people of Myanmar are Buddhists, Mawlamyine has a Christian community, as evidenced by the churches which are shown above. There's even a significant Muslim community, and the town has a mosque. Myanmar feels like a National Geographic field site, where there are plenty of ethnic groups left and right.
Of course, I visited a Buddhist temple here. But that will be for the next blog post.