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and the ground. Th is is the Burma I was fortunate<br />
enough to witness – the magical country of my<br />
family’s history and of Kipling’s stories.<br />
I fl ew into Yangon (the city Rudyard Kipling<br />
knew as Rangoon) and stayed at the Governor’s<br />
Residence, a colonial-era hotel run by Orient Express.<br />
Everything felt very safe and people talked openly<br />
about their hopes for the future. After two busy days<br />
touring the city by cycle rickshaw and meeting up<br />
with the Lady I fl ew north to Bagan. Here I joined<br />
my cruise on the Irrawaddy, the 2,200km river that<br />
fl ows from northern Burma to the Andaman Sea, and<br />
which is still central to Burma’s trade and transport.<br />
Old Bagan is a deserted, overgrown city<br />
seemingly built entirely of pagodas, sitting on a bend<br />
of the mighty river. I discovered straight away that<br />
pagodas sum up Burma more than anything else –<br />
more than rickshaw cyclists and lacquerware<br />
salesmen, more than ox-cart taxis and Buddhist<br />
monks with their furled umbrellas. It is believed<br />
there are over four million pagodas in Burma and<br />
more are being built all the time. A new pagoda is<br />
considered a fi tting end to a life well-lived. Indeed<br />
there is a saying that if you are standing in Burma<br />
and cannot see a pagoda, then you are not in Burma.<br />
As we drove through the Indiana Jones landscape<br />
of Bagan my driver explained that the city was<br />
founded as the Burmese capital in 874 by King<br />
Pyinbya. Most of its 2,000-plus pagodas and temples<br />
were built between the 11th and 13th centuries; at<br />
military regime, but now democratic leader Aung San Suu Kyi is asking the<br />
world to visit. Adrian Mourby follows the ghost of Kipling to Mandalay<br />
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