November 27, 2014

I Did Nothing in Hsipaw

I did nothing in Hsipaw except to bike, to walk, to eat and meet the last Prince of Shan State among others. 



I jumped off the train immediately upon knowing that we reached Hsipaw - finally. Through the white signboard that has a Burmese and English writing I knew in the cold that I reached Hsipaw - the farthest north so far I've reached. 



I was welcomed by cold wind - really cold - and some hotel staff running after travelers (mainly Westerners) with big backpack taller than five years old Burmese kid. Two guys approached me for a very sound accommodation package - $5.00 a night which includes breakfast, Wi-Fi and accessible location. I grabbed the first offer not thinking of what kind of accommodation it was. Since I came to Hsipaw unprepared, I'm expecting the worst of all worse. Anyway I'm backpacking in Myanmar, a recently opened country to foreigners, so I must not expect the best in the world. Together with a Spanish couple the guy from the hotel with his little English accompanied us in the vehicle that will bring us in the hotel. I was a little shocked when we stopped at a glass door and newly painted building. For $5.00 - wooden floor, nice interior and friendly staff. When I saw my room on the second floor with my own veranda, I was amazed with the linen and pillows! Its way better than my $10.00 accommodation in Yangon! Ye Shin Hotel made my short stay in Hsipaw comfortable. 




I did not waste time. I rented a bike from Ye Shin Hotel and started my short love affair with Hsipaw. With my two manual wheels I visited the important landmarks of the town as well as its villages that resembles that the Shan people are living a decent life.



I saw schools, old houses, monks, trucks, western people and myself watching the town as the sun slowly sets down at the mighty Dokthawady River. Maybe it was the weather, again and again, that made my mood in full. Maybe it was the rustic feel that made me want to continue walking along the paved dusty road. Maybe it was trees and birds dancing and singing with the melody I make while walking. Nonetheless it was about Hsipaw that made my short stay worth a million memories. 






The town doesn't offer anything except its life made running by the genuine people eager to learn to cope up with the world. As I have said on my previous post about Burma, Burmese are kind and the goodness in humanity is with them. This is no wonder because they just opened their country from the rest of us – the world.

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