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Temple Splendour in Bagan

Find peace by the enigmatic pagodas as you traverse the plains of one of the world’s greatest archaeological sites, in Myanmar.

It is pitch dark when we get off our cab near the Buledi Pagoda, gingerly feeling our way ahead with a tiny flashlight that threatened to die any minute. If not for my unwavering faith in Google maps, I wouldn’t believe we are anywhere but in a sparse jungle; there are no people, no cars, no monuments. Our guide had warned that 5am is too early to head out but we have only that morning left in Bagan, and don’t want to miss the sunrise.

Buledi, also called Bulethi or Buliti locally, is supposed to be one of the less popular pagodas on the sunrise-tourism circuit. The tourist hordes in Bagan have left no pagoda unclimbed, no viewpoint untested, all for that perfect sunrise shot. But who am I to complain? I am one of their numbers, turning up at an ungodly hour in the morning.

As with other pagodas in Bagan, Buledi is steep, with solid, jagged, uneven blocks of steps. As the husband and I huff and puff our way to the top, every step feels like an achievement in this semi-blackness. Fuelling us is that smug feeling that we are about to go where we are likely to have the place to ourselves.

Turns out, no. When we reach the first platform of this pagoda, we find a couple dozen tourists already perched on the best spots, cameras at the ready. We squeeze in between the waiting crowds and listen to the murmured conversations around us in a dozen languages; more and more people arrive on the scene, even as the sun shows no signs of emerging.

An hour later, there are dull pink and orange swirls on the horizon, which gets brighter and cheerier, throwing the forms of the surrounding pagodas into dreamy silhouettes. And as we watch, suddenly a hot-air balloon appears in the distance, then another and another, till the sky is filled with these balloons. It’s a spectacle we all absorb in companionable silence, one that is almost as awesome as the sunrise itself.

A somewhat similar — albeit more crowded — scene plays out during sunset, this time at the white Shwedagon pagoda, and this time without the balloons. Shwedagon is chock-full of tourists when we arrive. Wily vendors are plying brisk business with coconut water and carbonated drinks and more tour buses and taxis are pulling up every minute.

A carriage driver waiting for business

This pagoda is also much taller and steeper, which means more huffing and more puffing, a fitting end to an active day. There are people occupying every available inch of space, some even settled precariously on crumbling ledges, dangling their legs in thin air and clearly trusting their luck.

Shwedagon is in the middle of a veritable forest of pagodas, although the height means that from the pinnacle, I can look down upon the others surrounding it in the distance. We try to remember the names of those we have visited over the day, but we are clearly pagoda’d out, which means that they have all begun to look the same to our tired eyes. The sunset is magnificent, slowly casting the entire town in a mellow blanket of shadows. And I am ready to call it a day finally.

The origins of Bagan can be traced back to the mid-11th century, during which king Anawrahta built the magnificent Shwezigon pagoda, in a respectful nod to the Theravada Buddhism sect he introduced in the country. Over the next two centuries, thousands of pagodas of all sizes and shapes were built on these flat plains by his descendants.

Although the city was devastated by two earthquakes in the recent past — in 1975 and again in 2016 — many of the structures still stand tall and proud. According to varying estimates, over 2,000 pagodas and monasteries lie scattered across 41 sqm of Bagan; history unfolds in plain sight at every nook and corner of the old town.

The Irrawaddy River, the lifeline of Myanmar, flows along Bagan, lending much-needed greenery to this somewhat arid region. It is January, one of the coolest months of the year, but we are sweating as we make our way to the Shwezigon paya (the local equivalent for temple, another name for pagoda) after breakfast. Bagan is slowly coming to life, as little girls on their way to school, their cheeks streaked with thanaka bark paste, wave shyly at us as our car passes them.

Young monks by the road

Shwezigon is one of the most significant religious sites in town, imposing and gleaming in the morning sunlight. The pigeons sitting on the domes take flight at regular intervals, the flutter of their wings the only sound in that peaceful silence. A few Buddhist monks in their maroon robes are offering prayers and we quietly circumambulate this temple in their footsteps.

From here, we head on a whirlwind tour of the other monuments, each of which I try to remember by their shapes. The Ananda pahto (or temple) is particularly exquisite, with its standing Buddha statues facing the four primary directions.

Premises of Ananda Pahto

This one is also clearly a tourist favourite, as evident from the traffic jams on the narrow lane leading to it. Bagan’s most popular restaurants — both serving only vegetarian food from all over the world — are also situated on this very lane, making it chaotic at all times of the day.

The other pagodas go by in a blur: The squat Dhammayangi, the “crown jewel” Sulamani and the towering Thatbyinnyu.

An artist at work at a pagoda

In front of every important temple, artists display their colourful creations on canvas and cloth, some of them still sketching and painting, even as tourists drive hard bargains to take one of these local scenes back home with them as souvenirs.

Street Food

Although we had a long, leisurely lunch — local tamarind leaf curry and rice, among other delicacies — we can’t resist the clarion call of the street food, especially given how much of it seems familiar, yet new.

Burmese desserts for sale on streets

Sweets sellers offer free samples of their delights, while the man in his cheerful longyi (traditional sarong) making the local version of the Indian dosa (rice and lentil crepes) on a large flat pan calls us over for a live demonstration.

Bagan is one of Myanmar’s most popular tourist destinations, thrust into the limelight after the recent sociopolitical changes that have swept through the country. It is an ancient city, and has remained somewhat protected by its isolated status till now. I am glad to have found my way to this city of pagodas before the backpacking hordes descend.