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“Having built a city
which is more beautiful and splendid
than the city of the celestial beings
as if mocking the latter city . . .”
– Anandacandra Stone, Verse 21

To hear about a Lost City, one that you’ve never heard of before, particularly when it is older than the one you’re already in, can be an exciting prospect. And while Mrauk U was fascinating with its monumental, semi-abandoned temples amidst what had essentially become a historic backwater, I was told that it was merely the fourth and final Rakhine capital, and therefore relatively recent.

Exterior of the Mrauk U city wall.

Exterior of the Mrauk U city wall.

Only six miles north of Mrauk U was their second capital, Vesali. It’s often included in local day trip packages to the Mahamuni Paya and past Dhanyawaddy, their first capital about 2 hours away. There was also, reportedly, very little there to see there.

So instead, I spent $2 renting a bicycle and was off down the rough road into the backwaters of the already exceedingly remote Rakhine State. Beyond the familiar stupas, broadly known as paya here, the monuments became sparser as I passed through the former city wall.

My map told me there was a fortress nearby before I crossed a stream. However, 20 minutes climbing hills through dense forest brought me to yet another hidden stupa and a number of exceptionally large spiders in their webs, which I almost ran into. No sign of the fortress loomed over the upward horizon. When the grass nearby began to rustle more and more, I figured it was time to make haste back on my way to Vesali.

The hidden stupa I found in place of a fortress.

The hidden stupa I found in place of a fortress.

On the road to Vesali.

On the road to Vesali.

Through countryside were vast tracts of farmland, a new rail route being built, and the occasional roadside drink stand. The route wasn’t overly difficult, and most of it was very flat. The only complications were the trucks and motorcycles which all competed for space on the single-lane road. And, as per Murphy’s Law, many always seemed to show up at the same time.

After a little over an hour, I arrived at the northern gate of the ancient city, marked with 2 signs claiming the Northern Gates and “The Great Vesali Image”. The little information I had on it was what I had seen at the Mrauk U Museum and what a few locals had told me. One thing the guidebook had said was that the walls were well-preserved. Nothing stood except the outline of the gate’s foundation with some of the topsoil brushed away.

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If that is what they consider “well-preserved”, what spectacular state must they say the fully-standing ruins of Mrauk U to be in?

The pavement gave way to a dirt road leading inside what would have been the city wall. Very little dotted the road other than a few working locals who gladly smiled and waved as I passed by. As had become a curiosity here, the people often called out, “Bye bye!” rather than “Hello!”

The road past the city gate in Ancient Vesali.

The road past the city gate in Ancient Vesali.

The Vesali temple poking over the horizon.

The Vesali temple poking over the horizon.

A pagoda-style towered temple had been growing on the horizon for some time, and now I was finally there. A sign in the front said, once again, it was the Great Vesali Image. However, up close the temple was not how it had looked on the horizon. While it looked as if a wall from the ancient city still surrounded the building, its walls and roof were made of the kind of rusty, bent metal sheets I’m used to seeing as common construction of slums in Bangkok.

The courtyard of the Great Vesali Image temple.

The courtyard of the Great Vesali Image temple.

Part of a remaining ancient wall, I believe.

Part of a remaining ancient wall, I believe.

The Great Vesali Image temple up close.

The Great Vesali Image temple up close.

Inside were white tiled floors and ceilings, faux-golden pillars, and a man eager to show me to the Buddha image. Telling me the ancient date already posted outside and then himself marvelling at its height, he left to return to the tiled hall.

The main hall of the temple interior.

The main hall of the temple interior.

The Great Vesali Buddha Image, carved from a single stone.

The Great Vesali Buddha Image, carved from a single stone.

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I’ve seen a good number of Buddha statues in Asia, seeing as they are everywhere, but stylistically I often can’t tell the differences between them. That said, legend has it that this image was cut from a single piece of stone by the Rakhine king to appease his Indian wife after an identical Buddha image being shipped from her home in India was lost to the river near Mrauk U.

It wouldn’t surprise me at all if it had been carved from a single piece of stone. Honestly, I wouldn’t be all that impressed if it were. But, it was impossible to tell under the centuries of upkeep and gold paint covering it. More than that casting doubt on the story was that, to my knowledge, the Buddha in the river had never been recovered. If the Burmese could recover the 23-ton Maha Gandha bronze bell lost to the IrrawaddyRiver by the British, a statue in comparatively shallow Kaladan River water shouldn’t be too hard.

A good number of interesting items have been dug up at Vesali. Most were now on display at the Mrauk U Museum or at the museum in Sittwe. Photographs were not allowed of these museum pieces.  However, there was nothing on this site indicating where any of these items might have been found.

I continued down the ever-diminishing dirt road until it came to what I supposed was a bridge. The foundation of either a collapsed or unfinished bridge stood up from the small creek and was crossed by a series of rotting boards and 2 beams of broad metal. I wasn’t taking the bike across there.

The bridge into the modern Vesali village.

The bridge into the modern Vesali village.

Walking over, I entered the modern village of Vesali, and I honestly don’t think much had changed there in 1500 years. With the exception of power lines running to some of the homes, they looked like they could have been straight out of Vesali’s golden age.

Passing numerous homes, a couple small reservoirs, and several people making bamboo walls or fences, I reached the end of the main road, but there was no indication of anything archaeological.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

Modern Vesali.

End of the road in the village.

End of the road in the village.

On the way back toward the northern gate, a number of signs in Burmese pointing down a small road stopped me. The sun was going down and I still had a long ride back, but as long as I was here I might as well check it out. The road gave way to a flight of stairs up the slope of a hill. Unfortunately, these most certainly weren’t ancient, not even as old as those found in Mrauk U. At the summit were a couple wooden buildings and a blue building serving as another temple. No citadel or palace monuments stood atop this mound.

Another curious structure atop the palace mound.

Another curious structure atop the palace mound.

Not-so-ancient stairs up.

Not-so-ancient stairs up.

 

A second temple atop the palace mound.

The second temple atop the palace mound.

The interior of another temple at the top.

The interior of the second temple at the top.

View over the Rakhine countryside.

View over the Rakhine countryside.

On the way back down to my bike, I did manage to notice the unmistakable angles and colors of bricks sticking out from the side of the hill. I highly doubt that the hill was constructed entirely with bricks, but perhaps a retaining wall once adorned the side of the natural mound. It was a fair assumption that it would have been the central palace mound in antiquity.

Remnants of some brick wall at the based of Vesali's central mound.

Remnants of some brick wall at the based of Vesali’s central mound.

With that last observation I was into the rapidly setting sun off back to Mrauk U, stopping once again to gaze and chuckle at perhaps the only structural remnant of Vesali, a city which its own king claimed to mock the city of the gods: that “well-preserved” city wall buried in the dirt.