Myanmar Hill Tribes and trek

Explore the remote Chin Hills and the picturesque Shan Plateau. Two easy grade overnight treks.
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The Last Dhaba
We ate our last curry at the Dhing Dhaba wayside travellers’ Restaurant along the way to Dibrugarh. The sign declared ‘Its your life make it Large’ and although the dishes...Read more...

We ate our last curry at the Dhing Dhaba wayside travellers’ Restaurant along the way to Dibrugarh. The sign declared ‘Its your life make it Large’ and although the dishes were delicious we were indeed thinking of waist lines and bathroom scales.  20151202_115713 There had been too many fine meals, too many regional dishes to taste and quite a lot of tea boiled in condensed milk to drink at tea shops during our journey from Yangon to Dibrugarh.  Now we had just a few kilometres of traffic to dodge and we would arrive at the end of the trip.    Road journeys in India are an experience in themselves regardless of the reason for coming and the endless fascinating things to see.   Good drivers are are critical component of that experience and we had two of the best.   Men skilled at dodging anything that lurched into our path and capable of taking the Mao Road in their stride.

20151207_091533 blurred2At Tizit the village where foreigners must register and presumably be de-registered before and after tackling ‘that’ road the wayside was lined with elaborate Christmas decorations. Christmas trees, Santa’s and a rotund snowman sheltering under an umbrella.  It was sweet  but also weird. If there was a Christmas decoration competition we voted Tizit the winner.   Now we are cast up in the flashest hotel in Dibrugarh.   Its our farewell dinner and the wine waiters are circling. In a land where wine is served by the glass, they must think us a strange crew to be 20151207_073549drinking it by the bottle.    Mind you its a much better deal than the one we got from the smiling Mr Bhramaputra.     Tomorrow on the way to the airport we have a tea plantation to visit and then its Airportland for as long as it takes to get back to friends and family.  We have seen a lot and shared much along the way. Our local hosts and drivers have made the experience all that much more rewarding and for that we thank them.   The Mandalay – Kohima Trail was an idea that provided new insights and took us to interesting places.  I think that we’ll do it again in 2016, perhaps a little differently,  so let us know if you want to put your name on the trip list. less
The Black Dog
Early on Friday evening we pulled into the Bhramaputra hotel in Sivisgar, Assam after a long day on the road.   It was a pleasant and seemingly unpretentious hotel in a...Read more...

Early on Friday evening we pulled into the Bhramaputra hotel in Sivisgar, Assam after a long day on the road.   It was a pleasant and seemingly unpretentious hotel in a region without any competitors for the foreign tourist trade.     That should have got my radar turning but after a few days in the ‘dry’ state of Nagaland my attention was distracted by the presence of a near by liquor store, the Black Dog, purveyors of fine wine and cold beer.    After a long day dodging vehicles, pedestrians and cyclists on narrow overcrowded roads a cold beer seemed the perfect nerve tonic.           Dinner at the Bhramaputra was a convivial affair just perfect to celebrate with a few wines.   The price on the drinks menue seemed reasonable too but our bonhome crashed and burned when we discovered that IRP600 was the per glass price not the per bottle price!  Should have paid more attention to that blip on my radar.  The lovely gentleman at the Bhramaputra was heavily into blatant profiteering. Well at least he did it with a smile and surely we could afford it.

Our journey to Sivisgar got underway with a game of dodgems on the Dimapur Road.  We dodged the traffic coming up the hill and they dodged us going down.   The road condition was 20151204_145510exceptionally good compared with the Mao road about which we had been forewarned and would encouter on Saturday.  Tea plantations rushed past.  Tea shop stops were made to sample the ‘local leaf’ and as dusk fell it was back to dodgems with the local traffic amongst which were a disconcerting number of cylists riding unlit bikes. I offer this as the reason that I failed to see the smiling Mr Bhramaputra Hotel rubbing his hands in anticipation when he passed over the wine list.

Yesterday we encountered the much talked about and greatly feared Mao Road.   I now have a new yardstick for which to separate a good road from a very bad road.  There is no doubt that 20151206_105928this 4 hours of spine jolting, torso wrenching road would put bum knots in the bottom of even the most hardened traveller.   Quite why it is in this parlous state seems to elude the 200,000 Naga’s who live at the top of it.  No one has any expectation that it could be different. Well, the great concern is that it could be worse.  Heaven forbid. And on that subject the Naga’s arent getting too much help from that quarter considering that they are mostly Baptists who have invested labour, love and resources into whacking great concrete churches when some might properly have gone into the road.

20151206_145616Enough about the Mao Road. It is not why our small band of increasingly intrepid travellers is here at 900m in the misty heights of Nagaland.  We have come to see the headhunter culture of the Konyak people.  They don’t hang out in Mao but a further 40km beyond in the sticks near the India-Myanmar border and in remote villages where foreign travellers might still meet a sticky end had not the Baptist doctrine taken hold 50 years ago.     Our excursion to Longwa on the India-Myamnar border was surprising and not just a little disconcerting. Surprising because the road was a veritable speedway by comparison to ‘that which shall not be mentioned’. Disconcerting because the remaining link with the headhunter days are elderly 20151206_145510gentlemen who are all well into their 80’s.   The Konyak villages are all interesting places with plenty of unrealised potential for ethno-cultural tourism but it seems that few other than us are much interested in the wider picture.  The old guys are the main attraction and well they should be but it seemed intrusive to bowl into the Chief’s house armed with camera and morbid curiosity about how many heads he had taken in the bad old head taking days.   There is definitely more to the Konyak culture than heads but it might take more time to uncover than we had available.

Tomorrow we are off down ‘that’ road to the Brahmaputra plain and onwards to Dibrugar.  It will be a day of dodgems and bum knots but our spirits are lifted by the evening song from the Church across the valley from our quaint little resort.  Sweet sounding voices have been raised to Hark the Herald Angels and Auld Lang Syne. Presumably in preparation for the the Christmas festivities for which the locals have been gaily decorating the towns and villages with elaborate Christmas trees and jolly Santa’s. less
Up the Razhu
Razhu Junction lies at the intersection of Traders and Dimapur Roads in Kohima, Nagaland.   I don’t know where the colloquial term ‘up the Razhu’ originated but it could easily have...Read more...

Razhu Junction lies at the intersection of Traders and Dimapur Roads in Kohima, Nagaland.   I don’t know where the colloquial term ‘up the Razhu’ originated but it could easily have been here at this road junction during the battle for Kohima in April 1944.    Garrison Hill, site of the famous seige at the Tennis Court is just up the road.  20151203_091631These places are now inscribed in history as the Stalingrad of the Allied campaign to drive the Japanese Army out of Burma but until quite recently I knew almost nothing about them.   Hundreds upon hundreds of Allied and Japanese soldiers died on these hill tops in a desperate see-saw fight to control the strategic Dimapur Road. The final act took place literally on the terrace of the Tennis Court above the District Commissioners bungalow. It must have been a terrible and bloody affair.    When the sun rose on the morning of the 10th day the Allied forces were down to their last handful of bullets.  The Japanese too were demoralised and exhausted, in fact they were too exhausted to make that final charge across the Tennis Court that might have resulted in victory.    Later that morning when the relief force of Allied tanks rolled up the Dimapur Road to reach Razhu Junction the siege was lifted and the Japanese began to retreat.        Today we went there, to Garrison Hill Commonwealth War Cemetery, to stand on the Tennis Court amongst the graves and consider the lives lost and the sacrifices made.  Today it is a peaceful place in the middle of a bustling city of more than 1 million people.   Seventy one years ago who could have known what the future might hold, yet were willing to make  it possible.

We arrived in Kohima by the Imphal Road, itself the scene of bloody clashes between the advancing Japanese and the defending Allies.  Now the road is at war with itself and the travelling public.  In Asia there plenty of bad roads and the Imphal-Kohima road is definitely one of them.  But it is no match for our small fleet of Toyota Innova wagons which have been bred in India for roads such as this and worse.    20151203_112031We have been lured up to Kohima by the annual Naga Cultural Festival which take place on the first 10 days in December.      It is a stunning spectacle of colour, song, dance and tribal culture.    Sure its contrived but the primary focus is definitely on preserving and presenting Naga cultural heritage. Tourists are a bonus and we were happy to be there alongside other travellers.   The Nagaland Tourism Department promote the event as the Festival of Festivals.  We reckon that they have it about right.

20151203_104700In fact they are doing pretty well considering that Nagaland is one of India’s ‘Naughty States’ which like neighbouring Manipur and Assam get little in the way of assistance from Delhi.   For their sins, the naughty states get martial law and a military presence that closely resembles an occupation.   Of course its true that insurrectionists lurk in the hills and violence has been used to settle scores with the folk who have the unenviable task of implementing Delhi’s policies in these strongly Christian States on India’s N.E Frontier.     For all that the defence of Kohima back then has at least given folk the right to self determination.   Its a thing that is catching on next door in Myanmar but probably won’t just up the block in China for a while yet.    Tomorrow we are back up the street to Razhu Junction to take the Dimapur road down to  Sibsagar on the Bramaphutra plains. less
The Road to the West
Our departure from Mandalay coincided with an auspicious event in Myanmar’s political landscape.   Ang San Suu Kyi, leader of the victorious National League for Democracy, called all the successful candidates...Read more...

Our departure from Mandalay coincided with an auspicious event in Myanmar’s political landscape.   Ang San Suu Kyi, leader of the victorious National League for Democracy, called all the successful candidates to a meeting in Yangon to in order to put them on notice. According Mr Soe Moe, our escort, guide and mentor on matters  Burmese, the Lady’s message was short and to the point. I guarantee that you will go directly to jail if while in government you steal from the people, engage in corruption, employ corrupt officials or permit your families to steal or behave in a corrupt way.   Sounds as if any portfolios that she dishes out won’t come with get out of jail free cards.

Silent ClunkersOur route has taken us over the Ayeyarwaddy from Mandalay to the provincial capital of Monywa.     It’s a pleasant spot on the bank of the Chindwin River which is a mighty tributary of the Ayeyarwaddy.   Our evening stroll along the river front port provided some stunning sunset vistas across a flotilla of abandoned Irrawaddy Inland Navigation Company hulks.  There was no chance that these once stately steamers would ever get their paddle wheels a clunking again.

Chindwin River sunsetThe disastrous floods of July took a heavy toll on the region’s infrastructure and on the people of Saigang Division.   Bridges are still down and communities were devastated and displaced.  It was the worst flooding ever known.      As a consequence our road to the west was going to be long and circuitous by secondary roads over forested mountain ranges to Kale and then to Tamu at the border with India.  It was a good chance to get in touch with countryside Myanmar.     There is a lot of agricultural enterprise going on in this part of the country and not all of it is your usual run of the mill plantations of teak, rubber, rice paddy and horticulture.

Oil TownAt one comfort stop we encountered a mini oilfield operation where locals were plumbing the depths of a petroleum seep by means that looked Dickensian and definitely wouldn’t pass any occupation, safety or health scrutiny.     The township markets are bursting with produce and imported goods, both locally made and from China.   It seems a prosperous and forward looking region despite the dislocations and damage caused by the flooding.

Today we rose late, breakfasted leisurely and departed from Kale sedately for the 130km drive to Tamu.   Teak and rubber plantations lined the road for most of the distance.  To the west the hills of the India-Myanmar border closed in on the India-Myanmar friendship highway and pretty soon we were in Tamu, a bustling town where the border gate was attended by a gentleman sporting rotten teeth, a torn beetle nut stained singlet and a serious looking rifle.   Our pre border foray to get the lie of the land was starting to raise a few hairs on the back of my neck.

When we fronted the border this morning in a slightly apprehensive frame of mind the post was occupied by a pleasant man in an immaculate uniform.  Bustling about in the immigration station nearby were helpful young men wearing freshly pressed white shirts, name tags and smiles.       It was all very relaxed on the India side as well and equally efficient if not just a tad over the top in the form filling out department.   It was time to farewell Mr Soe Moe and our courteous driver Mt Than and greet out Manipuree Hosts Mr Pranam and Mr Rajip.   Bye bye Myanmar and Hello India.  Imphal was a 3 hr drive to the west across the forested hills of the historic Senam Pass where British and Indian armed forces had turned the tide of the Japanese advance into India in July 1944. less
Flying Fish
I can’t recall when I first heard Rudyard Kiplings epic poem ‘The Road to Mandalay’  but bits of it still leap to mind whenever I hear that place mentioned.  ...Read more...

I can’t recall when I first heard Rudyard Kiplings epic poem ‘The Road to Mandalay’  but bits of it still leap to mind whenever I hear that place mentioned.    Kipling never set foot in Mandalay or anywhere nearer than Moulmine on the Bay of Bengal but his poem captured 20151127_174044the fascination that English had for their empire in the ‘east’.    These days there are no paddles clunkin where the old flotilla lay, no flying fish playing and no dawn coming up like thunder outer China acrost the bay.     The English, Dutch, Germans and us have arrived in Mandalay by air.  It is just a short 25 minute hop from Bagan or Inle lake and is usually the last stop on the tourist ‘loop’.    Mandalay is a big town so apart from one or two sites we wont be rubbing shoulders with the crowd from Studiosus or Viking.

There are a lot of interesting things to see around Mandalay so our small group of travellers will be staying two nights. For starters the region has been the site of three 20151127_103307Royal capitals at Ava, Amapura and Sagaing.  At Mandalay itself the last King Thibaw and his Queen Supayalat were unceremoniously bundled off to exile in India by the British in November 1885.   A replica of the Royal Palace and its imposing walls has been built to replace the original which was looted and partially burned down by the British then completely destroyed by Allied bombs diring WWII.   We climbed the original watchtower from where Queen Supayalat had looked out to the Ayeyarwaddy River and seen the ‘old flotilla’  its paddle wheels a clunking as the British disembarked.

20151127_093827Thibaw was a very religious man who endowed Mandalay with many monuments and pagodas.  Several are on the tourist circuit and all are impressive but for us it was the artisan district in old Mandalay that took our interest.  Here there are streets of carvers in teak wood and marble, bronze casters and sharp eyed delicate fingered ladies stitching intricate tapestries.   It is a crafty little backwater in an otherwise big and self important commercial city at the geographical heart of Myanmar at the crossroads between China and India.    Today we are heading west across the Ayeyarwaddy River to Monywa and beyond to Imphal in India.  The border to India is only recently opened to foreign travellers and we have an expectation for adventure away from the madding crowd. less

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