Archive for May 2014
An off-road cycling adventure in northern Shan State
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One of the most popular routes for bike tours in Myanmar is the paved road between Mandalay and Lashio, a 280-kilometer (175-mile) stretch that gives cyclists a close-up view of northern Shan State’s stunning landscapes and colorful traditional cultures. Highlights on the way include Pyin Oo Lwin, Hsipaw and the spectacular Gokteik Gorge.
On a recent ride along this corridor, our group of four cyclists found that some of our most memorable adventures occurred when we ventured off the main road on our mountain bikes to explore the dirt paths winding through the surrounding hills and villages.
One narrow track we followed out of Lashio led us to a tall limestone outcropping with a pagoda on top. We were met by a Buddhist monk who unlocked a bamboo gate that allowed us to enter a cave at the base of the towering rock.
This wasn’t any ordinary Buddha cave, but a twisting, claustrophobic passageway that led all the way through the outcropping and out the other side.
Accompanied by a legion of young monks and lighting our way with headlamps, we descended into the bowels of the earth and stooped, scrambled and crawled through the tunnel. The most harrowing moment involved climbing back up to the sunlight on a tall, rickety bamboo ladder leaning against the side of tight vertical shaft.
After emerging onto the surface of the planet, we continued pedaling away from Lashio among monolithic limestone formations, passing through wide-open farmland and several Shan villages. We climbed a steep hill on a barely discernible footpath and zoomed down the other side, where we found a lone monastery on the edge of a wind-whipped valley surrounded by high stone cliffs.
The monks there showed us a modest cave lined with Buddha images, and then invited us to share snacks and green tea before we remounted our bikes and made our way back to Lashio.
Two days later we were in the town of Hsipaw, where we asked local guide Myo Lwin (Ko Palaung) to recommend a challenging mountain biking route. He described a mountainous 40-kilometer (25-mile) loop that a few tourists had done on motorcycle, but as far as he knew, no one – local or foreign – had ever tackled it on bicycles.
Ko Palaung drew a map of the route in my notebook. We left our guesthouse at 6am and pedaled west out of town. After less the 2 kilometers of paved road, we turned right onto a dirt lane that curved around a cemetery and then followed a rocky creek.
Near a wooden footbridge, a smiling Shan woman flagged us down and gave us a gift of sticky rice wrapped in bamboo, which we ate on the spot.
The climbing started just after the bridge, and it was four hours before we reached the top of the mountain. Along the way, we made rest stops in the villages of Na Moon and Mon Pyay. We hazarded sips of ice-cold water at a natural spring, which must have had magical healing powers because my flat legs suddenly felt revitalized as we continued plodding onward and upward.
By the time we reached Pankan village, we were among mountains higher than any I had ever seen in Shan State. We stopped at a snack shop and cleaned out their supply of energy drinks. An inebriated Palaung man tried to ply us with dodgy rice wine, but there were no takers among our group.
The dirt trail narrowed and continued ascending through a green tea plantation, and then entered a forest with a nerve-wracking drop-off to one side. We came out at Than Sant village, where shaggy horses grazed among the trees and a fresh wind kicked up dust as it howled across the mountains.
There was only a little more climbing, and we finally topped out at Bongkha village. A local family, dumbfounded at seeing four foreigners on bicycles so far from the main road, invited us into their house for a lunch of noodles and eggs.
From there, the rest of the ride was 90 percent downhill. Ko Palaung had said it would take us an hour to descend from Bongkha to O-Moo village, but we flew down in less than 20 minutes.
After that, we found ourselves on a twisty, semi-paved road that led us down to Bhaju Pagoda, where we picked up the Mandalay-Lashio highway for the 5-kilometer cruise back into town. We arrived exhausted but exhilarated at midday, six hours after we had left in the morning.