[Sittwe, the capital of Rakhine State] Jama Mosque is closed when a solitary girl visits. 【Miao U】departure soon
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// Talk about Sittwe with eleven black and white photos
I bought a ticket for this morning's departure the night before, and I considered it the bottom line among all the bottom lines.
This time I left Yangon to visit Rakhine State. There are seven states in Myanmar, and Rakhine State is the westernmost state in Myanmar. Further west is the Bay of Bengal.
Rakhine State is said to be the most beautiful beach in Myanmar, and it also has an ancient city called Mrauk U (or translated as Mrauk U) that is not inferior to Bagan. It is supposed to be a tourist attraction, but there are unusually few tourists. The hotel owner where he stayed said with some helplessness that it was because the Rohingya conflict had been mentioned repeatedly in the news in recent years, scaring away tourists.
My first stop in Rakhine State was Sittwe, the capital of Rakhine State. Sittwe is a port city, the largest city and seaport on the Bay of Bengal. The British colonial period made Sittwe prosperous for a while, but it also brought a large number of Indians and Bengalis to her, leaving behind "Indian Muslims" and "Rohingya Muslims", who are the ancestors of the Rohingya people.
The British rule of "ruling Burma with India" planted the seeds of ethnic conflict. The long-term lack of recognition has brought Rohingya refugees to the attention of the international stage and led to many bloody conflicts.
However, walking on the streets of Sittwe basically feels peaceful, and I only notice that the locals are still unfamiliar with tourists. Basically wherever I go, I get weird looks. Although this was not the first time I had set foot in a place with few tourists, I still felt uncomfortable being stared at at first. But as I walked, I realized that none of them actually meant any harm. Maybe they just didn’t have many tourists, or maybe they just didn’t have many solo girls like me.
Anyone who has been to Sittwe knows that there are actually few tourist attractions in Sittwe. If we really want to talk about attractions, we only have the Golden Pagoda, the Rakhine State Cultural Museum, and the beaches and observation decks on the seaside. But I wasn’t very interested in any of these, so I went directly to the Central Market as soon as I arrived.
The so-called Central Market is actually a street market for local people, selling fish, vegetables, daily necessities, and everything else. Just like most Myanmar street markets, the passages in the market are very narrow, and crowds of people are rushing to the left and right, making it impossible to pass through.
I didn't buy anything, but I stayed in the market all afternoon. I was struck by how busy the locals were. Men, women, old and children were all busy with their business. When I walked among them, basically no one would notice the existence of me, a foreigner.
I just like this simple sense of daily life, getting lost in other people's busyness until I reach the end of the market. At the end of the market is the port where locals park their boats. The fishing boats dock one by one, and the fishermen get on and off one by one until the sun sets.
Sitting at the port, I didn't notice the passage of time. Looking at my watch, it turned out to be almost six o'clock in the afternoon. I just sat on the shore and watched other people's busy work for four or five hours. Many of them tried to come over and chat with me, but unfortunately we couldn't understand the language. Our conversation was limited to "Hello" and "I'm from Hong Kong."
On the way back to the hotel on foot, we passed the Jama Mosque in the city center. It was originally a grand and beautiful mosque, but it has been closed since the large-scale riots by the Rohingya people in 2012. I wanted to get closer and take a look at the temple's appearance, but when I was still a long way from the door, the military police stationed at the door with guns in hand had already politely asked me to leave.
The tight guards outside the mosque did make me shudder a little, but it did not damage my impression of Sittwe. However, like many tourists, my main purpose of coming to Sittwe is to go to Mrauk-U, so I quickly bought a ferry ticket to Mrauk-U at noon tomorrow, had something to eat, and then returned to the hotel.
Send me eleven black and white photos taken on the road.