Mandalay
Monday, September 22, 2014
We flew to Mandalay from Bangkok, arriving in the steaming afternoon
heat and began our bus trip, with stops, on our way to the boat. It was barren
with fields along the way to Mahamuni Paya (pagoda), the second most sacred
Paya in Myanmar. The Paya was built in 1785 to house the Mahamuni (which means Great Image) Buddha, a bronze image believed to be over 2000 years old, that was captured during an invasion of Mrauk U. The Paya was full of pilgrims, not tourists. They prayed, or
rather meditated.
I was not yet used to finding monks at every turn.
We removed our shoes, a practice that would become common for
the Payas and Temples we would visit. Sturdy walking shoes were often irrelevant.
Women were not allowed near the Buddha or
the Mahamuni, another common theme. The Mahamuni was originally bronze but has
been continually covered in gold leaf, not by artisans but by pilgrims, in the
last century. Men are allowed to do this and it is part of their pilgrimage.
They cannot put it on the face, which remains clear, but the body had become
fat, almost monstrous, with gold leaf, which is over 6 in thick and getting
thicker every day.
I rang my first temple bell, always three times, and invoked
the sound of Dharma for protection. The sound felt soothing.
Our bus took us to the Irrawaddy river and the boat that
would be our home for our great adventure. The hills by the river were covered in glittering pagodas and stupas.
The banks of the river were full of people bathing or carrying out their daily chores. Mandalay is a large city with little infrastructure. The banks of the river were full of trash.
A shower, dinner, rest.
Mengala ba. (The Burmese version of Aloha)
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