After Yangon, Bagan, Mandalay and Inle Lake, Ngapali was our last destination. It’s known to be the most beautiful accessible beach in Myanmar, thanks to Thandwe airport.
We wanted to finish our trip by a few relaxing days on the beach before going back to France.
Once again, we were lucky to have a direct flight from Heho to Ngapali.
Our flight was in the afternoon but we left our accommodation early because my boyfriend was still ill and really dreaded the one hour ride to the airport.
On our way, just outside Nyaung Shwe, I saw the monastery I really wanted to visit but didn’t find the time due to the situation: the Shwe Yan Pyay monastery. I will have to come back…
|Photo credit: Binh Pham Photography
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The flight to Ngapali took about an hour. For once, we had booked an hotel in advance and a shuttle was waiting for us. We were really looking forward to arriving: my boyfriend, to take a nap and me, to take a bath in the bay of Bengal.
The hotel was very nice with bungalows on the beach and an amazing open restaurant overlooking the beach.
The beach itself was not the most beautiful I’ve seen but it was definitely the most peaceful. Unlike today’s mot beaches in South East Asia, there were only a few tourists, no noisy beachside bars and no hawkers. The only sellers on the beach were polite and beautiful girls who carried a plate of fresh fruits on their head and waited for a sign from hungry tourists. It was fascinating to see how organised they were!
It was the perfect place to relax and rest after 2 weeks of intense travel.
We stayed there for 4 full days, doing nothing else than reading, getting tan, swimming in the hot sea, walking on the beach, eating fresh seafood and fresh fruits, drinking fresh juices, assisting at wonderful sunsets and sleeping.
At one far end of the beach, there was a traditional fishermen village that we visited each day. Men went fishing when the sun went down until the early hours of the morning and women were in charge of drying the small fishes during the day.
But this small paradise will not last forever. When we were there, there was a plan to expand the airport to enable big planes from Thailand and Singapore to land. And many new hotels were under construction. So if you have the chance, try to enjoy it before it becomes too late.
Our time in Myanmar was finally over. We went back to Yangon for 1 night and then to Marseille.
You might want to know what my boyfriend got.
My mother picked us up at the airport and we directly went to a private clinic for my boyfriend to see a specialist. She wasn’t confident about the diagnose and she was right. After a few days, he was still in horrible pain so we went to a hospital specialised in tropical illnesses. It happened that he had gotten an amoebiasis infection, which is quite serious as it is estimated that between 40,000 and 100,000 people worldwide die annually. And I’m pretty sure that he got it in Bagan when we ate in a restaurant that used the river water to cook the rice (OK) but also to wash the tea leaves (NOT OK!!!). But it’s not the first time we went to South East Asia and he should have known the rules or, at least, listened to me. So, as a reminder, never eat raw food that has been in contact with unbottled water.
When we came back, my boyfriend told me that he was done with travel in Asia for a while. One year after, we went to Borneo. And he now wants to go back to Myanmar, especially Bagan, more than ever!