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Thursday 17 November 2016

The Festival of Lights in Yangon



We just happened to be in Yangon for the Tazaungdaing Festival or the Festival of Lights.  (There is another Festival of Lights in October called, Thadingyut, which celebrates the anniversary of Buddha's descent to Earth and is the end of the Buddhist lent in October.)  The Tazaungdaing Festival marks the end of the rainy season and a time in which monks are offered new robes and alms.  At the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon there is an all-night robe-weaving competition.  
 
We went to the pagoda during the day (we were not game for the all night weaving vigil).  It was packed with people and very impressive.  Archaeologists have determined that the pagoda was built between the 6th and 10th centuries but others believe the legend that it was built more than 2,600 years ago.  The stupa is 326 feet high and its bricks are covered in over 2000 gold plates.  It is estimated that the pagoda is covered in up to 60 tonnes of gold.  The umbrella structure at the top contains 500 kilos alone.  Although you can’t see them from the ground, the crown is tipped with 5,448 diamonds and 2,317 rubies. 
Shwedagon Pagoda
Panorama view
Young nuns
Back in downtown the streets were preparing for the all night festivals.  The busy roads were blocked off from traffic and local communities set up presentation ceremonies for the gifts to the monks.
Setting up for community presentations to the monks
Groups of young men extorted donations from local business by having dragons dance in their shops and on the streets outside.
 
 
After dark, with the supermoon rising in the east, the streets erupted with all the fun of the fair.  A Ferris wheel spun around with flashing LED lights while young men climbed through the girders.  Girls sported glowing devils horns. The street was packed with revellers, eating at the hundreds of food stalls, buying trinkets and having a great time. 
 
 
Like the red flashing devil horns
Us old fogies could only withstand all the revelry for about an hour, as we had to get up very early the next morning to catch a bus to Bagan, but it was fantastic fun for all.

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