Where Canberra meets Pyongyang – Nay Pyi Taw, Burma

Since coming to South Korea I’ve developed a strong interest in North Korean affairs. Consequently, and perhaps strangely, I’d now love to go to Pyongyang. If anything, for the uniqueness of the place. There is no other city like it on the planet.

However, a visit would be entirely unethical. I’ve also seen enough documentaries on the place to feel like I’ve been there. Throw in the extortionate cost of a visit, having to bite my tongue for the entire stay and enduring the ridiculous, absurd and monstrous propaganda of the regime puts me off to be honest with you. Not to mention that food would probably be in short supply so I’d have to make do with yet more kimchi and rice. A trip to Pyongyang is off the cards, for now at least… (Although kimchi and rice would make me very fortunate by North Korean standards)

Imagine how I felt when I learned a similar kind of city exists in Burma.

Capital cities are usually one of my strong points but until recently I’d never heard of the capital of Burma, Nay Pyi Taw.

It turns out there’s a legitimate reason, the city was only founded in 2002.

Ever since I’d learned of this new city, read what limited articles exist, and seen brief clips on news bulletins I’d been drawn to it. There was something (rightly or wrongly) mysterious about it. It struck me as a place so bizarre that it was worthy of visiting. It also seemed a more ethical (not by much), viable and cheaper alternative to Pyongyang.

Located in the heart of the country, I was confident we’d be able to visit.

Burmese (who worked in the tourist industry) had mixed opinions on their capital, but nobody really knew much about it. One man asked us why an earth we (I) wanted to go there, told us there was nothing to see or do and we were wasting our time. Sadly, we weren’t sure if this was a ploy to encourage us to stay in his deserted hotel an extra night. His friend said he’d heard it was a good, modern city with two-three million inhabitants. We doubted him, but nevertheless we were curious to see for ourselves.

We looked at the map, it was central, we’d been told transport links were good (believable, given its location) and foreigners were now allowed to visit.

So what better way to break up a twelve-hour bus ride to Inle Lake than to stop half-way in Nay Pyi Taw overnight and check it out.

That we did.

We hoped to see something interesting such as the Burmese Parliament

Regretfully, it turned into a bit of a disaster.

We didn’t arrive to Nay Pyi Taw until 04:00am. Feeling tired, exhausted and cold, as the only tourists in the entire city we were mobbed by moped drivers offering to drive us to the hotel zone at grossly inflated prices. We don’t like mopeds, and try to avoid them at all costs (that is the honest truth Mum!), but there was no choice. The solitary taxi was demanding a criminal price, and no agreement could be made. Moped it was.

When we finally arrived to our very modern hotel, prices weren’t far off western standards. We were greeted by a receptionist who asked us “Good morning Sir, do you have a reservation with us?”. I suspect he knew we didn’t have a reservation as there was no-one else staying there, but still he asked. I assume he’s got to keep up the pretense.

After paying a hefty rate, we crashed for the night. It would seem we were the first people to have ever stayed in the room, or at the very least nobody had stayed here for months. It was kind of eerie. The room was dirty, covered in dust and generally unpleasant. They didn’t even give us a double bed!

Yet the hotel was fully staffed, and had been presumably for months.

Business is brisk in Nay Pyi Taws many hotels…

We woke up the next morning to learn that transport links were virtually non-existent, except for one bus to Mandalay and one down to Rangoon. There was no chance of us going to Inle Lake from here.

It was obvious the staff had nothing to do, yet whenever we walked into the lobby they all leapt to their feet and made themselves look busy.

Outside the hotel, we went for a short walk. The city is divided into zones, there’s a hotel zone, military / government zone, residential zone etc… Distances are vast, the roads are enormous and I’ve never seen somewhere so spread out in all my life. The distances make walking around impossible. It’s also soulless, there’s nothing to see except for huge trafficless boulevards and the occasional uninspiring building. Almost everything is hidden from view of the main roads, it’s a really dull place.

We were the only people around, except for the occasional cyclist and construction truck. We went into the hotel next door (about four hundred metres away) and that was also deserted, with a full complement of staff of course.

It was pretty much what I’d envisioned, a ghost town.

Standard street scene

It was a strange, strange place. Everything was over-priced and nobody could tell us to where to go, what we could do, or provide us with any information except for the bus times to Mandalay. We’d have liked to go and see some of the government buildings, but that seemed out of the question. In the end, realising our mistake we decided to get the hell out as soon as possible.

It would seem the only people here (it was a weekend) are construction workers. The city is already immense, but it’s far from finished. The outskirts are a humongous building site, stretching for quite literally miles.

It’s apparent that billions of pounds have been spent on building this fantasy project for the Junta that has become a giant white elephant. Quite ironic, considering the zoo here apparently has two white elephants.

Nay Pyi Taw is unlike anywhere in Burma, or probably anywhere else in the world for that matter. It’s a capital city built in the middle of no-where for unclear reasons.

Officially Rangoon had become too congested and crowded with little room for future expansion of government offices.

Some Western diplomats speculate the government was concerned with the possibility of foreign attack, as Rangoon is on the coast and therefore vulnerable to an amphibious invasion.

The popular belief among the Burmese is that a warning about foreign attack was delivered to the military chief by an astrologer.

An Indian journalist, who visited Nay Pyi Taw in January 2007, described the vastness of the new capital as “the ultimate insurance against regime change, a masterpiece of urban planning designed to defeat any putative “colour revolution” – not by tanks and water cannons, but by geometry and cartography”.

Either way I sincerely doubt the governments official reasoning. Ordinary Burmese learned of the city three years after construction had started when the military decided to start moving government offices at the ‘astrologically auspicious’ time of 6:37am on 6th November 2005. By the end of the week, eleven government ministries had already left Rangoon.

Nay Pyi Taws white elephants – Oh the irony!

The mega bucks invested in this city could / should have been spent elsewhere, perhaps on regenerating other cities and schemes to alleviate poverty. Unfortunately, the Burmese government / military are a gang of criminals who have no interest in their people, except for stealing from them and living a life of luxury and privilege at their expense. Not to mention enslaving, imprisoning, torturing and murdering those courageous souls who have bravely threatened to challenge their shambolic, farcical rule. *Deep breath*

If I hadn’t of gone to Nay Pyi Taw, I’d have always been curious. Having gone there, I regret it. We supported the regime financially by visiting and gained nothing from it.

It should have been expected, but curiosity got the better of me.

If any of you are going to Burma and share a similar curiosity to mine (which several other travelers we met did) I strongly recommend you don’t waste your time and money. We were curious because we hadn’t read of anybody visiting except for the occasional foreign journalist. Now we understand why, there’s nothing here!

Don’t make our mistake, spend time at Burmas true attractions. Don’t waste it in a soulless concrete totalitarian despots fantasy.

We should have listened to the hotel owner after all.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “Where Canberra meets Pyongyang – Nay Pyi Taw, Burma”

  1. That is just plain wrong. There’s one good thing to your visit – your new-found knowledge and therefore ability to warn others off going there and wasting time and money. It looks creepy.

    Like

  2. A ghost town and only city in Myanmar with 24/7 electricity while there is not a single soul on the street. As a Myanmar, I never consider Nay Pyi Daw as our capital… btw, “Nay Pyi Daw” means “Palace” which they took themselves as King and royal. I even hate calling that name.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s