What I did on my Holidays

A poem written by one of our clients who embarked on our Pandaw cruise 'From Bagan to Mandalay'

22 February 2016 • Trish Wilby

We flew in to Burma and began at Bagan

After such a long journey we were tired to a man,

But the Pandaw was lovely, the crew saw we were fed

(Though really we’d rather have gone straight to bed!)


But morning came quickly and temples we found

They were popping like mushrooms right out of the ground

They were all quite amazing, we gazed in great awe

And took lots of photos so we’d know what we saw.


New Year’s Water Festival – thought we’d see boats

All decorated like carnival floats

We didn’t expect to get soaked to the skin

In a grand water battle the tourists can’t win!


We were in open tuck-tucks so that we could get

A taste of the locals’ desire to be wet.

We were deluged by hoses and buckets and bowls

But still got to Pakokku – one of our goals!


Pyin-Oo-Lwin’s in the hills – well away from the heat.

We went to a restaurant our lunch for to eat.

We saw the flower market and walked up and down

The Botanical Gardens – highlight of the town.


The world’s biggest book has pages of stone

Each housed in a stupa as white as a bone

Which stretch to the distance far as you can see

And record Buddhist teachings for posterity.


The U Bein footbridge is a thousand yards long,

It’s built out of teak and it looks very strong.

We went on some sampans and rowed round the bay

And sipped on rum cocktails the Myanmar way!


And then on to Ava, and a pony-trap ride.

It was cramped; it was bumpy with just two inside.

We hung on there grimly as away we did fly

Pursued by young girls with necklaces to buy.


We should have seen Mingun, by coach overland

But an accident meant that our journey was banned.

We missed the Big Bell; cruised the river instead.

Our last night on board so our goodbyes were said.


We will remember the friends that we met

And Jack’s famous cocktails – the best you can get.

The temples and stupas that stretched out for miles

But mainly the people – their welcome and smiles.

Trish Wilby, 2015