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A sightseeing walk in the
city of Yangon could start from the over two
millennia-old Sule Pagoda which marked
the centre of the city when the British
rebuilt Yangon, laying out streets on a
gridiron pattern; the wider ones running
east to west and the narrower ones, north to
south.The
Yangon City Hall catches the eye
on the north-east corner of the
Sule Pagoda Road and Maha
Bandoola Street. It is a stately
building designed by architect U
Tin in 1925 and features Myanmar
themes and motifs. |
Myanmar Supreme
Court and High Court
Building
Moorish style
building -
Yangon Myanmar |
Yangon downtown
condo |
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Facing the Yangon City Hall across Maha
Bandoola Street is the Maha
Bandoola Park with the 150-foot
Independence Monument in the
centre.
Facing the park on
the east is the Yangon Myanmar Supreme Court and
High Court Building. The red,
yellow-trimmed, Victorian-style building was
built between 1905 and 1911 at a cost of 2.45
million kyats.
At the corner of
Yangon's Bo Kyaw and Kannar (Strand) Roads is the red
brick, yellow-trimmed General Post Office
Building with a Moorish style, arched
entrance.
Left picture is
a typical Yangon downtown condo and
right pics a old villa from British
colonial times.
Many other British-era houses and government
buildings are still visible in Yangon
Myanmar.
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Red
brick yellow white trimmed building
Yangon |
Victorian style building in
Yangon Myanmar
British colonial style
residences like the one
shown here are substantial
mansions built of brick, masonry
and wood with multi-gabled
roofs, verandas and porticos |
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A legacy of
the British presence in Yangon Myanmar,
these structures were built between the
mid-19th century and the outbreak of World
War II in 1940.
Some Yangon
hotels are in old renovated buildings like
the Strand Hotel and Pansea Hotel.
These
English-style houses can be found
occupying shady, quiet compounds just a
short distance from the downtown area. A
number of them can be viewed along
Taw-win and Dhammazedi Roads and in the
Golden Valley, Bahan and Tamwe townships.
The architecture of government buildings is
characterized by masonry and brickwork,
pillars and columns, high ceilings,
balconies with intricate designs and fine
patterns and the ever-present porticos.
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A bit to the
west is the well known Strand Hotel built in
1901. At one time the Oriental Hotel in
Bangkok and the Strand Hotel in Rangoon were
the top Hotels in South East Asia. Restored
and furbished with some modern-day
amenities, the Strand still retains
some
original fittings such as teak wainscoting,
ceiling fans, marble bathrooms, canopied
beds and Myanmar works of art, he problem
is, in front of the hotel runs one of Yangon
busiest street where 24 hour extremely
stinking trucks move from the harbor back
and forward, not to count the other
extremely noisy traffic
Further west
is the Myanmar Port Authority Building with
a tower rising from Pansodan Street. The
Yangon Division Court House, an example of
Queen Ann-style English architecture, stands
across Pansodan Street. Other noteworthy
colonial-style buildings are the Yangon
Railway Station with highly ornate Myanmar
traditional designs; the Railway Office
(formerly Burma Railways) of red brick
colonial architecture; the Bogyoke Aung San
Market Building and the Holy Trinity
Cathedral, all typical English colonial
style with red as the dominant colour .
All these
structures are on Bogyoke Aung San Street,
as is the Yangon General Hospital, the first
public building in Myanmar constructed of
re-enforced concrete. The hospital was
completed in 1911 at a cost of 4.0 million
kyats. Constructed of red brick trimmed with
yellow, this huge structure features many
wide arches and looming turrets.
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Bogyoke Aung San Market Bazzar Yangon Myanma
Plenty of woodcarved items, a shop in the
Bogyoke Aung San Market Yangon Myanmar
Puppets or Marionettes from the Bogyoke Aung
San Market Bazzar Yangon Myanmar |
Shops and various items from the Bogyoke
Aung San Market
in central
Yangon the premier bazaar in Yangon and
probably in whole Myanmar.
The right place
for the special Myanmar souvenir you better bring
back home from your Myanmar trip.
Jewelry shops
offer famous
Myanmar ruby
and other jewelry, the little problem is,
style is rather old. You can find
pearls shops,
plenty of shops offering beautiful
jade items,
like jade bangles and jade rings. Puppets or
Marionettes are very popular with tourists,
so is also all kind of wood carved items.
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Famous Myanmar Ruby and other jewelry at
Bogyoke Aung San Market Bazzar Yangon Myanma
The cloth seller Bogyoke Aung San Market
Bazzar Yangon Myanmar |
Other
unmistakable British - era public buildings
are the Secretariat, the seat of government,
housing the Ministers Offices and occupying
an entire city block bounded by Anawrahta
and Maha Bandoola and Pansodan Streets; and
the Central Fire Brigade, now the government
moved to Naypyitaw in central Myanmar.
Yangon road to Pegu - Bago Monsoon Time
In the neighborhood of
the Yangon lakes are most upper market hotels
and villas of the wealthier. Villas,
many of them of |
Yangon Lake Sedona Hotel |
considerable beauty, have sprung up of
recent years in large numbers ; and the
descendants of those merchants who met a
century ago on the main wharf of Yangon
Myanmar to converse and transact
business now pass the cool of
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Yangon Kandawgyi or Royal Lake
Kandawgyi Hotel |
the morning and evening in their
country houses at Kokine. Such
is Yangon - Rangoon
Myanmar the
prosperous, the rising city. To
catch some of the flavour of its
romance one must leave its villa
dom and enter its crowded heart,
and preferably at night. For
the night is the time to judge
of an Eastern city.
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Yangon
Kandawgyi or Royal Lake Nikko Hotel |
Yangon City at Night
The sea-breeze
blowing up with the tide freshens the night, and
the streets of Yangon Myanmar swarm with a populace bent on
relaxation. All men, and most women, come out at
this hour. The pavements are crowded with those
who minister to the public pleasure - the
pineapple man, with his tray of fruit ; the
Burmese - Myanmar girl, with her petty stall of cigars
betel and cosmetic
items ;
the Hindu seller of betel, with his little
mirror, to tempt the glance of the passing beaux
; the lemonade man, with his moving barrow ; the
seller of ice-creams ; the Chinaman under his
swaying burden of cooked meats and strange
luxuries ; the vermicelli man ; the Indian
confectioner, with his silver-coated pyramids of
sugar and cream. It is of all crowds one of the
most cosmopolitan.
 
Yangon Chinese Gambling at a
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Here a
dark guy from the deep south
is jostled by the naked Coringhi with rings in
his nose ; the easy beauty from Japan dashes by
in her rickshaw, drawn by a Chinese coolie ; the
exclusive Brahmin finds himself shoulder to
shoulder with a laughing daughter of the soil
who has never heard of caste and would make
merry over it if the notion was presented to her
mind.
The Chetti rolls his
obese person beside the straight-stepping
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businessman from Europe who
stays in one of the good
hotels in yangon; a gentleman going out to
dinner drives rapidly through the crowd, his
dress-front flashing against the dark. |
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But
the life is not all out of doors, and as the
night grows it becomes concentrated within. Here
is the new Burmese theatre, which is taking the
place of the open-air entertainments of thirty
years ago. A celebrated company is performing
and the most popular primadonna in Burma or
Myanmar is on view. The
audience is seated on the floor, with the
exception of a number of small boys who hang
over the footlights and crawl on the stage
amongst the legs of the actors. Sonorous
declamation is the leading feature of the
entertainment, varied by witty sallies which are
much enjoyed by the spectators. It is some old
story of a king and his court, which has little
of definite interest in itself ; but the
sententious wisdom of the councilors, the
immense dignity of the king, the atmosphere of
royalty, arc of great attraction, and every
flash of wit is caught up in one instantaneous
ripple of laughter. A large proportion of the
audience is made up of women, many of whom have
brought their babes. Little girls, fascinated at
first by the spectacle, soon fall asleep, and
slumber peacefully till their parents arc ready
to go home in the morning. The audience, indeed,
is more interesting than the play. The women
laugh in the discreetness way at the doubtful
sallies of the actors. Their quick perception is
only equaled by the innate modesty of their
manners and the perfect reserve that marks their
relationship with their men. Although they are
people of warm passions and much affection, they
contrive to restrict the exhibition of these
emotions to their own homes.
The play moves on to
the strident voices of the actors, the vigorous
music of the orchestra, and part of the audience
is comfortably asleep, when there is a sudden
movement in the hack seats near the entrance,
and the whole body of men in the house rush to
their feet as a party of sailors breaks in at
the wicket. A free fight, the crashing of chair
legs, the thud of fists, a stream of hard words
in two languages, a rush for the door ; and the
dramatic interlude is over. But outside there
are broken heads and faces streaming with blood,
and mariners who wish they had kept out of a
hornets' nest. Episodes of this kind, whether
brought about by an invasion from without or a
quarrel within, are not infrequent at the play
in Burma or Myanmar. But they are episodes with little
power to stay the declamations of royal
councilors and the posturing of tireless primadonna.
As the Yangon
Myanmar night wears
on men move away from the play to other haunts.
Outside the little houses that flank the more
secluded streets there sit the painted demi-monde,
the women of half the world, from Paris to Japan
; and they drift here by successive stages of
decline, raking up here the very lees of life.
There are other places too, associated with the
midnight life of the city : the haunts of the
opium smoker, where men lie as in a shambles,
forgetful of time ; the inner parlor of the
Ah-Sin club, where is heavy gambling, and little
cards are heaped with money on the tables. But
the life of a city at night is an oft-told tale,
and if it is undoubtedly interesting, it is
somewhat unsavory to chronicle. The river is not
open to the same objection.
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On the streets of Yangon
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Yangon Myanmar street vendors
 
Yangon Myanmar flower market on the main
road
Yangon Myanmar fresh food vendor
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Street vendors
are around everywhere in Yangon, man's
carrying trays
of fruit, chetty or cigars
seller usually also sell betel and cosmetic
items ;
women selling
lemonade and other refreshments by simple
pouring the liquid over some pieces of ice
into a cup. Many Myanmar's with Indian
roots, a legacy of British colonial times
are around.
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The River |
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Yangon River Ships
 
Near Yangon - River Ferry on the Way to
Pathein - Bassei
Yangon Myanmar Environ River Life |
Sitting by the iron
stanchions of a floating jetty and look out
across the dark, while the river slowly reveals
its mystery. In its mid-stream there lies a
great liner anchored for the night. Her dark
bulk surges up out of the faint level of the
water, and the smoke from her funnels floats
back across
the clouds.
I can hear the roar of
the container-cranes and trace the sweep of their
shadowy arms as they work ceaselessly through
the long night, under the concentrated flame of
a hundred electric arcs. The light is stark and
dazzling when one is under it, and it blinds the
eyes to all the surrounding world ; but from
these distant stanchions it is a flash only in
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Faint waves stream from it over the river in zones of light ; and
across these, recalling old Viking similes of
life, the dark shapes of sampans glide. One can
trace for an instant the
swift curve of the
prow, the bent and shadowy form of the oarsman.
A faint huddled figure suggests his fare. They
pass like shadows on a screen, simulacra of
sentient life. . . . One wonders idly, vainly,
who they are. As I look closer yet, new aspects
of the river unfold before my vision.
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Yangon
River Delta
Yangon - the King in his Boat on the
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The dark I perceive is really ablaze
with a myriad lights ; far. up to the reaches of Kemendine, down away to the meeting of the
waters by Puzun-Daung, and all across to the
murky Dalla shore, the lights twinkle, a great
host.
Out of the distance come twin lights
threading their way through the motionless
crowd, and out of the gloom there grows a slight
outline, and there comes a flash like the under
gleam of a shark, as a launch, with a quiet
policeman seated within her, throbs past.
Here
all, or nearly all, is peace and silence ; but
down-stream the night wind bears the burden of
the dock laborers' song, as they sweat and labor
into the dawn under the flare of the furious Lubigen.
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Yangon
during British Colonial Times
  
Yangon Shwedagon Pagoda Platform Temple
Yangon Shwedagon Pagoda Platform
Yangon Shwedagon Pagoda
  
Yangon British Soldier Attack
Yangon British Soldier Attack Stockades
Yangon British Fleet gathering prior to
Attack
  
Yangon British Fleet Colonial Time
Yangon British Fleet Attack
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The Sampan
The great elemental
forces work in silence, their stupendous drama
is accomplished almost invisibly. But the mute
trail of the liner's smoke tells of the changing
wind, the swing of the anchored ships in Yangon
harbor of the
outgoing tide, and overhead the stars as they
pass one by one into darkness speak of yet
greater mysteries.
At the jetty
stairs, under the shadow of the iron bridge,
the sampan-men wait for the chance passenger. I
hail one and pass swiftly into mid-stream, where
the ship, blazing with lights from prow to
stern, flings her ribbons of flame across the
water. Overhead the young moon now shines, at
play with the drifting clouds. My boatman steers
in 'her silver track up the river, and the scene
that lies before me is one that Venice herself
cannot surpass. The myriad lights of Yangon
Myanmar on the water rival
the twinkling firmament overhead ; the river
heaves with the billows of passing ships ; great
cargo boats spread their black sails against the
sky and bear down upon my frail craft like
raiders of the Yangon
Myanmar night ; laung-zats, long
and low in the water, sweep down with
stately sterns and the measured fall of oars,
the bending forms of the rowers outlined against
the gloom ; the masts and rigging of
sailing-ships trace their old-world fretwork
against the crescent of the moon ; through all
my small bark speeds on her way, gliding now
between the prows of her sister craft, now, with
swift daring, circling the sterns and anchor
chains of the iron ships. One slip, a second's
hesitation, the snapping of an oar, would
suffice to throw my boatman and me upon the
mercy of the waters ; and the waters of the
Yangon
Myanmar river know no mercy.
On the Yangon
Myanmar Dalla shore,
are the ships. And beyond, where creeks lead up into
the heart of the Twante plain, rice-mills groan
and vibrate, and Chinese iron-smiths mould their
red-hot iron. Strange worlds these of
midnight life, into which for the curious there
is entry. I put my hand into the Yangon
Myanmar
water, and feel the derelicts of the mills, the
paddy-husks drifting in millions out to sea,
and they run and circle up my arm, and I know
them though they are invisible to my eyes. The
feel of the water is warm to my fingers ; the
air ambrosial and laden with the scent of the
sea. Above the Yangon
Myanmar harbor lights and the mizzen-lanterns, strung
high against the violent night, is the diadem of the city. It is held aloft
by the
Shwedagon
Pagoda, invisible itself in the
night.
The Puzun - Daung
Creek
The little river in
Yangon of
this name, where it enters the
Hlaing under the
guns of Monkey Point, is at the heart of the
rice trade of Yangon - Rangoon, which runs into several
million tons a year. Its mouth during the rice
season is crowded with the carved boats of the
peasantry, freighted with the harvest of three
million acres ; and
here more energy and wealth
are concentrated than in any other equal area in
the Yangon city. Between January and May this
Yangon - Rangoon
Myanmar back-water palpitates with life ; and day after
day and through the night the rice is husked
here in the giant mills which stand upon its
banks. Here launches rush up and down with
frantic energy, cargo boats lie thick as flies
upon the water, and sampans sweep up in an
unbroken stream.
The passing of the rice season
brings the creek some measure of repose, and of
a misty evening at such times it has often
recalled to me, from its character of isolation
rather than from any similarity in detail, the Canale di San Pietro,
as one comes upon it fresh from the Yangon
Myanmar
Public Gardens.
It is dominated at its far end by the superb
beauty of Yangon's
Shwedagon
Pagoda.
The creek curves round the foot of the hill on
which the golden
Shwedagon
Pagoda is built, and as one
ascends it the whole view gradually swings
round. It is an engrossing transition from the
pride of action, the modern pulsing of life, the
symbols of wealth and civilization that crowd
the estuary of the
Yangon
Myanmar stream, to the stark slime of
the tide-uncovered banks, the loneliness and the
primitiveness of the upper reaches ; it is a
swift passing from the twentieth to the first
century. A thatched hamlet lifts its roofs above
the plain ; on the edge of the low water a
fisherman toils at his nets ; a canoe with two
occupants goes by ; a party of naked lads wallow
in the slime of the foreshore, taking the mud
baths to which the twentieth first century is
returning. Such are the symptoms of life along
it's upper courses ; but loneliness is the
character of the PuzunDaung above the territory
of the mills, and the land, washed and left
soaking by the daily tide, seems scarcely yet to
have emerged from its sub aqueous infancy.
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On certain places like
Bagan,
Mandalay, Yangon etc. it might be useful to hire a local
photographer to assist you in finding the right places for photo
- pictures at the right time.
The reason is very very simple the
local photographer know all the good photo places, that
includes naturally also video. They show you places to make your
super photo you would never have found, especially when you
don't have more than maybe a couple of days in a particular for
doing your
Myanmar photo.
The best choice around
Bagan and
Mt. Popa is Mr. Bagan Maung Maung,
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you can find him or one of
his family member at the
Ananda temple, they have a sales booth
in one of the entrance of the temple, just ask, everyone know
him, he is one of the most famous photographer in Myanmar and
will also show you his rich collection of
Myanmar
Yangon artistic photo he made
over the years. Its really worth it, you will have a visual
experience you never dreamed about.If you are on a longer photo -
video trip you can hire a Myanmar photographer to come with you
just like you hire the tourist guide, its worth it, doesn't cost
lot of money and makes sure you will find the REAL places.
If you look for a
flight
guide in
Yangon, for a photographer Mr. Ko Oo is a excellent choice, you can reach him
through the e-mail of this site, click contact.
All other places have their own
local photographer ask at the hotel or us.
We also have a pool of writer
available who can do a excellent text on almost any subject, but
... no politics.
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Yangon Pagodas unknown
to most travelers. Flowing south, the Bawle river is joined
by the Hlaing River, or Yangon river,
which flows south and east to the Lanmadaw
Township area. On the eastern side of
Yangon, the Nga-moeyeik Creek, originating
in the Bago Yoma hills, flows south becomin
the Pazundaung Creek, and enters the Yangon
River near ‘Than-hlyet-soon‘ (Monkey Point). 
