Danubyu Myanmar
Myanmar
Frequently Asked Questions
At a wooden pontoon on the west bank of the Ayeyarwady. The town begins right there, among tin roofs, palm trees and gilded stupas.
Because it was here in 1825 that General Maha Bandula faced the British army during the First Anglo-Burmese War, and here that he fell. His name is on avenues and squares across the country today.
The monastery that keeps the memory of Maha Bandula, a group of neo-colonial buildings set around quiet courtyards, then the town market and the riverside pagodas.
Often by trishaw, the side-saddle cycle rickshaws whose drivers pedal unhurriedly between stilt houses, workshops and monasteries. The town also walks very easily.
The produce of the delta: dried fish laid out on mats, mountains of rice, tomatoes, ginger and garlands of flowers for offerings.
A golden plant paste that women and children apply to their faces. You notice it at once in Danubyu market, on the cheeks of the stallholders.
Not in the usual sense: there is no great temple and no major museum. The call is worth it for the history of the place and for the ordinary life of the riverbank, offered for a morning.
Late afternoon, when the light turns to honey and votive bells ring in the breeze. The terraces then give a wide view over the Ayeyarwady and its convoys of barges.
Rice barges heading down to Yangon, crowded ferries linking the two banks and fishermen casting nets from slender boats. The region produces a vital share of Burmese rice.
Kyats in small notes for the market and the trishaws. Do not count on cards or on an ATM in a town this size.
