Circle Line Train, Yangon, Myanmar
“You should try the circle line train in Yangon,” I remembered someone telling me.
“It’s a great way to see a slice of local Myanmar life,” I believe was their explanation.
Well, as it turns out, they were right. Oh, so right.
I jump on board the train with three other travellers from my guesthouse. It’s an old rattling chain of carriages that shakes my bones as much from the motion as the idea of spending an extended period of time on it.
There are long benches along each side and we squeeze into spaces scattered down one end of the carriage.
There’s a roped off area with two policemen sitting in it and they beckon a couple of us in to sit where there’s some spare room.
They smile. I’m unsure why but I smile back.
The train trip is supposed to take about three hours. It’s a huge loop from the very centre of Yangon around the outskirts of the city. There’s a departure every hour and the trains just go around and around continuously.
Very quickly I realise the journey would be even longer except the train hardly stops at each station, just slowing down and pausing long enough for people to jump on and off and throw their bags through the door before it takes off again.
There’s a commotion before each station and often commuters start hurling themselves from the carriage as soon as there is platform to jump to.
As we head further out of central Yangon, the buildings get smaller through the window, the houses become simpler and the train gets busier. The local Myanmar life I had been promised is starting to appear around us.
The carriage is gradually turning into a moving food court as vendors jump on and sell lunch. There are simple things like fruit or biscuits – and more complicated dishes that take a couple of minutes to prepare.
One lady chops up a cabbage-like vegetable into a bag, mixes in some sliced omelette, throws in sauces and spices and then mixes it all together into a tasty treat for about twenty cents.
Some of the locals, maybe initially shy or polite or even wary, begin to interact with us and it seems we have now been accepted as part of the rattling community.
I pull faces at a baby who seems to think it’s the best thing since sliced bread. (Although, because they don’t eat much bread here, I guess it’s just the best thing ever.)
They seem to be taking their cue from the policemen in the carriage who seem more interested in showing off than doing any actual policing. One hangs from the railings in a pose that looks a bit like a monkey in a zoo.
When we show interest in his antics he shows us his slingshot and demonstrates how he uses it to catch criminals. (There’s no argument about gun control here in Myanmar!).
He then wanders down through the carriage to find more props to play with. When he sees a couple of fish in a passenger’s bucket, he pulls them out and poses for photos, hanging the food off his fingers while a cigarette burns slowly in his smiling mouth.
About halfway through the trip, we hit the market in the northern outskirts of Yangon. You can hear the shouting and the crowds as we approach.
As the train slows down the first bags come flying through the doors, thrown from the platform. Then dozens of people climb aboard carrying baskets and boxes. Sacks of food are passed through the windows.
Every bit of available space on the floor of the carriage is filled with goods. Then more are packed on top. And then even more is shoved in spare spaces between legs and on laps.
The cargo now outweighs the passengers.
And so this is how we travel back to central Yangon – amongst the produce of a market.
Gradually people get off at different stops and take their bags and boxes with them and eventually I get some leg space back. By the end, we have picked up the routine of each stop and help the locals with their cargo before the train takes off again from the station.
We’re offered food to try and coffee to drink. We laugh with each other, although it’s never quite clear what the exact joke is.
At the end we say goodbye to our friends, the policemen. I now understand why they smiled at us when we jumped on board – they knew what was to come.
They knew the chaos we would find ourselves in. After all, they see it all day every day as they go around and around that track.
That’s the circle line of Yangon.
33 thoughts on “Life on the track”
Great Yarn… I wish city rail transit officers also posed with fish!
Imagine if they walked around in flip flops, used slingshots, and just generally mucked around with passengers. Cityrail would have such a better reputation! Let’s try to bring in some change on Sydney trains!! 🙂
That is an amazing experience although not sure if I like the policeman. Just think they should not behave like that
I think things are generally pretty calm on these trains. They get bored just going around and around so they try to make things fun for themselves and for the passengers. I certainly appreciated the entertainment. As long as they acted serious when they needed to!
Incredible experience and what a great way to spend a few hours.
It was certainly a fun way to see some local life. I stopped looking out the window for much of it and just watched everything that was happening in the carriage!
Wow – what an experience. Train rides are my favorite although this one looks far more adventures than any i’ve taken.
I wouldn’t say it was particularly adventurous. I just sat there and let everything happen around me. But it was certainly a lot more entertaining than your average trip! A lot of fun was had, indeed.
What a fantastic story and great photos!!!
Thanks, Lillie. It was hard to capture all the craziness that was going on around us but I think the photos give you a sense of how vibrant the trip was.
The best way to a test the pulse of a destination…on it’s public transport. Great stuff Michael.
Yangon has a pretty quick pulse, if that’s the case! 🙂
Thanks. There was so much happening it would’ve been hard not to capture some cool stuff.
Oh that guy with the fish!! Seriously, this looks like a truly wonderful train ride, thanks so much for sharing!
The guy with the fish was hilarious. And very nice – he was offering us food and coffee and stuff too. So much fun!
Cool experience – definitely a thing worth doing by the sound (and looks) of it! Or maybe it’s just because you wrote so well about it? Nah – must be both:)!
I would recommend it to anyone who’s passing through Yangon. It feels a bit silly to go on a train that just ends up back where it started, but it is all really about the journey in this case!
That looks freaking awesome. Especially the idea of taking it without any need to deal with bags of your own or any need to be anywhere or get off at a specific spot. Just to ride the train.
And seriously, this story is exactly why I love trains. There is so much life around them. One of my favorite articles of yours.
Yeah, it’s very rare I suppose that you actually catch a train just for fun. There’s normally a practical reason and that makes it a bit of a drag. But when you know this is just going to be a pleasurable ride on the tracks, you enjoy it much more!
Great story! This sounds like such an incredible experience. You even got Andy saying “If we ever go to Myanmar…”
Ha ha – don’t blame me if he drags you there! Althought I’ve got some great tips to share now!!
That’s quite the train ride!
It certainly wasn’t our typical Eurail experience – so crazy! So maybe a bit more like Amtrak 🙂
That’s just such a beautiful write up and just great pictures! I cannot wait to travel on train this week in Myanmar and your writing has made me want to do it!
Let me know how you go on the train. I’d love to hear about your experience!!
We are on our way right now to do the Circle Train.
Looks like it’s going to be pretty awesome. 🙂
How did it go? Were the same guards still on duty? 🙂
I’m in Yangon now and gonna check timetable to do the circle line, can’t wait. Cx
It’s a great experience. Let me know how it was for you!!
Sounds cool. Ive written it down in case I visit Myanmar soon 🙂
I hope you do get to Myanmar at some point. It’s a wonderful country and this is a really easy way to get a taste of local life right in the biggest city.
were there any livestock on the train? Just a bit concern cause I’m not the best friends of chickens and other feathery friends.