First Contact ! 

 

 

We departed at 6p.m. before the first rays of light were cast on a sleepy city still deep in its doldrums. The concrete monotonous blocks along the road soon give way to thatched bamboo huts and eventually to a green sea of padi as mushroom-cap hills littered the far horizon. We are traveling along the Yangon-Mawlamyaing highway, the only road leading from Yangon to Mon State in the southeast of the country. The road from Yangon to Bago is wide and two-lane. Beyond Bago, the road narrows to only a one-way track which winds through the countryside past scattered villages over the hills, valleys and rivers. We passed through several villages and townships, which were completely 'different' for us but basically all looked the same.

 

Traffic is slow, but one has to be attentive all the time. On the roads - and especially in the built-up areas - pedestrians, bicyclists, rickshaw drivers, bullock- and buffalo-carts, cars, trucks, buses, dogs, pigs, ducks, chickens, goats and various other animals all jostle for space. There were occasional close encounters with buses and trucks transporting diesel oil which our driver would deal calmly by tail-gating and horning them persistently till they give way to our jeep. Passing a car and especially a truck or bus is very tricky indeed, as driving in the country is on the right hand-side but the majority of cars have the steering-wheel also on the right side. This is a direct consequence of General Ne Win changing the driving customs from left to right one day in 1970, supposedly following the advice of his astrologers who informed him he ought to "move the country from left to right". As in most developing countries the people seem to have to developed their own set of traffic rules which are totally unofficial but seemingly very effective as we soon learnt from our driver. When a vehicle wants to pass another, the driver usually honks the horn and makes himself visible in one of the mirrors of the vehicle in front. Normally, the driver of that car will then switch on his direction-indicators: left when it's safe to pass, right when it's not. If the manoeuvre has been executed, the passing driver briefly honks the horn a couple of times and/or sticks his (there are no 'hers' driving in Myanmar) hand out of the window to say "Thank you". Compared to Singapore, the traffic is leisurely, but this courtesy coupled with a natural and mutual refrain from the use of abusive language and hand signs, makes it appear much safer than it actually is. Long-haul truck drivers in Myanmar is one of the most dangerous jobs in the country, not only because of the hazards mentioned above, but particularly due to the consequences if there is an accident. Every accident, no matter how small, will require the driver to cough up at least 20,000 Kyats, more if the police get involved. If a victim has any bone fractures and the police are notified, the erring driver is sent to jail for at least one year, possibly up to three. Running over and killing a Burmese would result in about 10 years, killing a foreigner in lifelong imprisonment! And one can rest assured that sentences in Myanmar are effective; there is no chance of release on parole.

 

We crossed the Sittaung river over a creaking bridge which brought us into Mon territory. The Mons are a different race from the majority Burmans or Bamars who hail from central Myanmar. They are close cousins of the Thais and Khmers and are the original inhabitants of the region long before the Burmans who were of Tibeto-mongol lineage, migrated to the south from Tibet and Yunnan. The first Mon kingdom was established in the 6 century AD at Thaton holding dominion over an area stretching from the Ayeyarrwady delta westward across Thailand and down to the Malay peninsula. The next few centuries were marked by frequent wars between the Burmans and Mons which culminated in a Burman victory 5 centuries later when Thaton was sacked and the Mon craftsmen, artisans and civil administrators were brought to central Myanmar. This infusion of Mon culture and religion into Burman civilization is a pivotal event in the history of Myanmar as it gave rise to the Burmese alphabets and script being used today and the Theravada Buddhism which is the dominant religion in Myanmar.

 

After a 4 hr journey, we stopped by a road-side restaurant for lunch. There were no signs of any human settlement nearby except for the shopkeeper’s residence which is no more a simple hut behind the restaurant, bullock-carts carrying sugar cane leaves and trishaw drivers prying their trade along the road. Little did we know we have arrived at our destination – Bilin till U Sanda told us. As I saw Alex strutting around in our Project T-shirt, I can’t help musing to myself: Project Somanassa has finally arrived in Bilin! We have hereforth come uninvited, an untimely intrusion into the heart of Mon land, an idyllic rustic paradise which have seen few foreigners come afar.

 

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