Across the jungle

Across the jungle

25. November 2016 0 By

The next mor­ning starts ear­ly, very, very ear­ly to be exact, becau­se at 5:30 o’clock Myint wants us to see the sun­ri­se. This time we dri­ve with a real car a short ride by the city. When we arri­ve at the foot of a hill the first ques­ti­on is: Do you have flash­lights with you? Well, what can I say we’­re Euro­peans, we have cell pho­nes. And he is right that hiking boots would have been bet­ter than flip flops for our ascent to the temp­le. That sca­res me a litt­le. Any­way, our gui­de runs in the finest Asi­an hiking equip­ment and Micro’s foot does­n’t fit into a snea­k­er any­way thanks to the open wounds. Now there’s no way back any­way, so why worry.

So at 5:45 we lea­ve. The trail is wet from the mor­ning dew and extre­me­ly slip­pery. To the right and left the plants grow waist-high and for the most part one can­not reco­gni­ze the way any more becau­se the bus­hes are so den­se. Bes­i­des, it’s pitch-black, not even the moon lights up our way any­mo­re and the cell pho­ne torch does­n’t real­ly work eit­her. I’m also worried that if I fall I’ll throw my pho­ne across the jungle and pro­ba­b­ly never find it again. At least not wit­hout an encoun­ter with various sna­kes and other craw­ling animals.

Did you know that Myan­mar is the coun­try whe­re sna­ke­bi­tes are the third lea­ding cau­se of death? Very reassu­ring idea when wal­king through the jungle with flip flops. I should have lis­ten­ed to my mama and packed my hiking boots.

After a 30 minu­te walk through den­se scrub we final­ly reach the gol­den stu­pa, from which we have a won­derful view over the vil­la­ge. And so far we are also the only tou­rists. About 45 minu­tes later we see 2 flash­lights in the bus­hes fur­ther down the moun­tain and ano­ther 30 minu­tes later a monk joins us. With the coming des­cent, a litt­le spi­ri­tu­al sup­port is not going to hurt. Appar­ent­ly we also need the spi­ri­tu­al sup­port, becau­se it does­n’t take long until I real­ly fall down on the slip­pery path. With came­ra in hand. But lucki­ly not­hing hap­pens. And ano­ther mira­cle! I love this country!

Next: The Temp­les of Mrauk U