From a client's travelogue:
Gazing up at the majestic pagoda of Shwedagon, the amber light of sunset glinting off its golden dome, the tinkling of thousands of bells filling the air, I thought of how incredibly far I'd travelled – on the planet and in my life – to reach this place I'd dreamed of since reading Kipling as a child. At last I could discover for myself the wonders of Burma (now Myanmar) and make a personal connection with its gracious, deeply spiritual people.
From the capital Rangoon (now Yangon – what would Kipling make of it?) we travelled north into the Himalayan foothills, then down through the jungles and archipelagos of the south. We explored the headwaters of the Ayeyarwaddy, walked pristine beaches, chatted with artisans in colourful markets and visited glorious Bagan, with its sea of ancient pagodas. We visited royal Mandalay, a thriving city at once engaged in preserving Myanmar's heritage and leading the nation into the modern world. And then tranquil Inle Lake, with its floating lily gardens and famous leg rowers.
The fact is there's just too much to set down coherently. A few more memories:
And amid the sights, sounds, smells and memorable experiences at every turn, we discovered Myanmar's greatest treasure: the Burmese people who, as in Kipling's time, are the number one reason to visit this magnificent land.