I somehow managed to miss the sentence in the guidebook that
described Mt. Popa as a “monkey-tastic” volcanic mountaintop temple. Like most
of the temples in Burma, you must take off your shoes when you enter. This
meant climbing the 777 steps barefoot and dodging the piles of droppings left
by the creepy nipple monkeys on Mt. Poopa (as we subsequently named it). The monkeys are talented little thieves. I saw one steal a water bottle right out of someone's pocket and then just stare at the person smugly as it opened the bottle.
At the top of Mt. Popa, you can make a $100 donation and have a painted plaque with your name put on the wall, but you really have no way of knowing that they’ll ever paint it and put it up. Like the Buddha hair under the temple in Yangon, I guess I’m just going to have to take their word for it. Overall, Mt.
Popa is pretty, but probably not worth the 2 hour drive unless you go on your
way to somewhere else. If you do go, please let me know if there is actually a
Sara Schroeder plaque there or if I got scammed by some very jolly looking
monks.
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