In Danny Boyle’s film The Beach, Leonardo di Caprio’s character Richard swims across two kilometres of water to reach a secret and secluded oriental Arcadia.

Set in Thailand and filmed near Koh Phi Phi (though actually based on an island in the Philippines), those islands that were once so idyllic are now overrun with all that Richard was attempting to escape: tour boats, restaurants serving Western cuisine, and shirtless backpackers playing Aussie Rules.

In Myanmar, paradisiacal islands still exist. On the majority of these beaches you will find no tourists, only monkeys, and no hostels, only the huts of fishermen. The sand is a dazzling white and the water a shimmering turquoise.

The Mergui Archipelago

In the novel Biggles Delivers the Goods by the British author and RAF pilot Captain W.E Jones, the protagonist Squadron Leader James Bigglesworth flies over the Mergui Archipelago of Myanmar on his way to fight the Japanese. The passage reads,

‘To the right, the horizon was defined by a long dark stain that was the forest-clad hinterland of Lower Burma. Below the aircraft, like a string of green beads dropped carelessly on blue velvet, were the islands of the archipelago, lonely, untouched by civilisation …’

Located in Tanintharyi Region, the southern strip of Myanmar that borders Thailand, the Mergui Archipelago (Myeik Archipelago) is one of the most sumptuous segments of Southeast Asia. There are estimated to be 800 islands scattered across the 400 square kilometres of the Andaman Sea.

The archipelago features virago islands, coral reefs, tropical fish, lagoon caves and undisturbed wildlife. The port of Kawthaung at the southernmost tip of Myanmar is the main departure point for snorkelling and diving around the Myanmar islands, but one can also travel from Myeik, dependent upon permits from the Ministry of Hotels and Tourism.

The Moken

Many of the islands are home to the Moken people. A nomadic people living on the islands and their boats between Myanmar and Thailand, there are thought to be only between 2, 000 and 3, 000 Moken alive today, making them one of Myanmar’s most endangered ethnic groups.

The Moken are of Austronesian descent and have lived on and around these islands for centuries. On the morning of the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami, it is said that the Moken read the waters correctly and vacated the low-lying islands for higher ground before any of them came to any harm.

For the most part, the Moken continue to live as they always have – fishing with three pronged spears, trading primarily in sea cucumber and fish, as well as tungsten (wolfram), prawns, salt, rubber and pearls. Naturally, their way of life is coming under threat as this pristine stretch of ocean opens up to the world.

The Town of Dawei

Dawei, situated in an optimum location for trade, was tugged back and forth for centuries between Siam and Burma, before the British decisively took the town as one of the first pieces of their Burma conquest in 1826.

There is plenty to do and see in and around Dawei and it is a good jumping-off point for the secluded beaches and fishing villages such as Maungmagan, Phloe Hla Maw, and Yaun Pin.

Dawei’s Payagyi is a pristine complex bustling with locals at sunset. A 30 minute trishaw ride out of the town can take you to Shwe Thal Yaung Daw Mu, which at a length of 74 metres and a height of 21 metres is the second largest Reclining Buddha in the country. Visitors could once enter the hollow image and view the jataka therein, but it has now been barred shut due to it becoming a haunt for the young couples of Dawei with intentions far removed from obeisance and meditation.

Not far from Shwe Thal Yaung Daw Mu is the Shinmetkhi Pagoda, which houses a particularly revered 150 year old Buddha Image from Cambodia. There is a well just outside the pagoda which has a sign strictly forbidding anyone to drink from it, on account of its water being fingered for sending a former king of Myanmar mad, leading to the frantic execution of a score of subjects.

In the town one can also visit both a broom factory and a cashew nut workshop, as well as the Yatawmu Standing Buddha. Additionally worth a visit, purely for its striking and slightly foreboding structure, is the old colonial church which is now the town’s Educational College.

The Dawei Peninsula

Just outside of Dawei, a short distance beyond the small town of Lao-Lo, is the Tawkye Waterfall atop of which stands a small pagoda. The water rushes into a lagoon at the bottom where locals plunge in to cool down. Up at the top, visitors are granted splendid views of the surrounding paddy fields.

Not far from Tawkye is Tanintharyi Division’s answer to Golden Rock. The gilded boulder that here perches on the edge of the cliff is actually the same size as the one in Mon State, but does not boast the splendid backdrop of the original.

Nonetheless, those who have climbed to the summit of the hill (about a 45 minute hike) will be able to savour splendid views from the other side of the summit of the empty and pristine 2 mile strip of Phloe Hla Maw Beach and the Dawei Estuary.

Save for commandeering a fishing boat, access to Phloe Hla Maw beach can only be sought via a small track from the nearby Yaun Pin fishing village. The beach used to be entirely strewn with mangrove, cashew and betel-nut trees until the Boxing Day Tsunami of 2004 swept half of the orchid away leaving this idyllic stretch of sand in its wake.

The only building either on or viewable from the beach is a small hut belonging to an old man from Yaun Pin, whose spry figure you may spot striding heartily across the bay. There is a sand-banked lagoon at the centre of the beach and out to sea nothing except for fishing boats and the children of the village playing in the waves.

One may imagine how in a decade’s time these children will likely work as waiters and chambermaids in the hotels that sit where once the cashews grew. They will tell the incredulous guests how this beach used to be empty save for themselves; the whole bay their playground, where now tourists sunbathe and drive jet skis.

If possible – and it is advised only when accompanied by a local guide – pop back along the rocky path to the village of Yaun Pin shortly after sunset to catch the fishing boats come in. At this point the village’s own little bay fills up with lithe children, who plunge into the crashing waves along with their fathers and brothers to help haul in the day’s catch. The large tuna are heaped in towering piles on the sand before being carted away a-top heads of stocky women.

The silhouettes of the limber and bare-chested fishermen backlit by the seafoam green boat lights, the charcoal smell of campfire smoke cutting through the stench of fish, and the convalescence of action and unity makes for an utterly intoxicating experience.

The Town of Myeik

Myeik has a rich history of cut-throat privateers and despotic pirate captains, and today still appears a prime setting for a Robert Lewis Stevenson novella. Retro cars and buses in diluted blues and reds add to its scruffy yet resiliently vivid aesthetic.

The town is also peppered with some of the finest Buddhist, British and Portuguese architecture to be found south of Yangon. Theindawgyi Pagoda is situated on Office Road just beyond the old British Commissioner’s House, offering striking views over Myeik and the Tanintharyi River.

Just opposite the Strand is Papit Island where there is a Reclining Buddha gazing back at the town. On the island one can climb up to the stupa perched on the hill as well as follow the coastal track past little bamboo huts and children playing in swampy lagoons. There is a night market along the Strand every evening where you can try a selection of seafood via a point-taste-choose system. From Myeik, one can take a boat up to the town of Tanintharyi, displaying architectural remnants of the many empires that have possessed it as well as the remains of an ancient wall that failed to keep any of them at bay.

Up a steep set of crumbling stairs from Bogyoke Road is Bu Pagoda. The stupa and terrace itself are relatively modest however when passing over the platform one comes upon a small crumbling monastery courtyard where novices and boys from the town may be found playing games with sticks and stones. Following your nose around the corner you will find more stone stairways and rooms housing dusty and disregarded Buddha Images, and even a small platform with a couple of benches where you will be able to sit and look over Myeik in seclusion.

Following Office Road down from Theindawgyi away from the centre of Myeik takes one past a beautiful monastery in a shade of Tuscan-yellow built by the Portuguese. Seemingly too large for the steep road it is situated upon, crane your neck up to the terrace and see if you can spot novices hanging up their linen or treating a favourite pariah dog to a soapy bath.

Continuing downhill to the end of this road there is a chaotic roundabout at the centre of which is a golden statue of Bogyoke Aung San, the ‘architect of Burmese freedom’, uniformed and astride a horse. Take a left at Myat Lay Street which leads down to Mingalar Lake, lotus-leaf crested and hosting upon its banks longyi-clad youths serenading in plaintive tones to the strums of an acoustic guitar. 

At the southern end of Myeik is the shipyard. Crossing over the bridge to this side of town things take a slightly Dickensian tone. Friendly, albeit overtly curious faces will follow any foreigner through the sojourn in Aung-all-Alones, where the dogs are slightly more malnourished, the children a little dirtier, and every face that much more lived in.

Let none of this deter the faint-hearted!

Just a five-minute walk along the bridge road will bring the intrepid visitor to the shipyard, where some of the largest and finest boats sailing on the Mergui Archipelago are built. Here you can see them in construction, with wiry, bare-chested, dark-skinned men with cheroots hanging from their mouths swinging and sauntering over the incipient flotilla.

Myeik History: Siamese White

Those wishing to know more of Myeik’s history could do worse than start with a copy of Siamese White written by the former British Commissioner of the town, Maurice Collins. 

The book is a biography of the British privateer Samuel White of Bath, essentially a latter day Filipe De Brito, the Portuguese marauder and some-time Emperor of Thanlyin (then Syriam) just east of Yangon, in late 16th early 17th Century. Whereas the latter attempted to turn Lower Burma into a Portuguese territory, White was concerned only with filling his own coffers, riding roughshod over all those he came across. 

In November 1683 he had been appointed the shahbandar, ‘King of the Haven’, by the Siamese government. Despotic, selfish and conniving, White made a lot of money but also a lot of enemies, none more so than the East India Company (then commonly referred to without irony as the ‘Honourable Company’) who termed him a “very ill man and a great Interloper and a great Enemy of the Kingdom in general.”

Eventually, when support from Siam began to wane, White slipped back to England with a ship full of heaving chests of treasure. Fortuitously, White arrived home just as the law was changed to allow him and all those like him the same rights as the ‘Honourable Company’ to “trade” in the East Indies, legally validating all that White had got up to abroad.

As Norman Lewis writes in his book Golden Earth: ‘The difference between common piracy and empire building is a matter of scale and success. If White could have held on to Mergui and facilitated its ultimate annexation to the British crown he would have been an empire-builder.’

White’s wife never returned home but died in Myeik, her grave becoming a popular pilgrimage spot for historically-sensitive tourists. Perhaps understandably, the locals had little interest in preserving the grave of the fierce wife of repugnant White. A few years ago it was still possible to visit the grave just behind a betel-nut stand, however today nothing of it remains at all after the paving of a new road.