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Burma, a Desperate Situation.

Friday, May 9th, 2008

I don’t watch T.V, so hearing about disasters usually catches me off guard. I recently learned that on May 2nd a category 4 cyclone hit Burma and killed more than I could have imagined. Thousands.

It seems like just yesterday I was walking down the streets of Rangoon watching the locals squat in front of stores drinking tea and chewing Beetlenut. Monk children followed us in awe and were enamored by our cameras and blonde hair. I had discovered that Burma was my new favorite country.

From Rangoon, I traveled in the back of a pick-up truck for an hour to a remote village at Inle Lake. Followed by the Military Junta with guns, my colleagues and I were a little bit nervous about what to expect in Burma, however, I never expected it to be as great as it was.

We had come in perfect timing. Orange water filled the streets, cows walked beside us and several times I swore I felt water snakes at my calves. The “hotel” where we were staying told us that it was the most water they’d ever seen and the most rainfall on record. Nonetheless, the Burmese welcomed us with open arms and even invited us to play Chess and drink Myanmar Rum ( make sure you have a REALLY strong chaser :x ) The man we played chess with beat our best player in two moves, we were stunned. This man also asked me if I could take a package back to America with me so he could somehow contact his family in the U.S. I was skeptical at first, but before I left I returned to his home and waited for him to bring out his package. He never came out with the package and I felt horribly…

I continued my trip through Inle Lake by motorboat and saw the most beautiful floating villages, floating monastaries, floating garden. Everything floating.

When I heard about the Cyclone, I was devastated. What about the man we played chess with? The monk children? The woman who sold us DVD’s for a dollar? What about the tens of thousands of other people who couldnt be located? What about their homes? I wanted to help.

I found out about the U.S Campaign for Burma shortly after I returned back to the United States and when I checked their website today I was relieved to know that there was something I could do.

It only took me 2 minutes to fill out a form that sent a letter to the UN, Begging them to send aid to Burma.
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Worried about the Burmese, I called my grandfather to ask him about my Burmese aunt’s family in Rangoon. I was shocked to hear that my Burmese aunt can’t seem to get a visa to go back to Burma where her mother has been missing since the day of the cyclone.

I didn’t expect to hear that someone I knew, someone who babysat my cousins for years, was missing.

Chances are you know someone who is directly affected by the cyclone in Burma. For their sake, click the link to send a pre-written message to the U.N about sending aid into Burma. Every message counts.

My experience in Burma was amazing. The people were warm, open-minded and yearned to learn about our “free” lives in the United States. I left a part of my heart in Burma, and it breaks my heart to hear that so many lives have been lost, and others are struggling to find shelter.

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Burma/ Myanmar Close to My Heart

Wednesday, October 4th, 2006

Port Number 5. Myanmar. Myanmar, or Burma as it was called, was absolutely amazing! I arrived at Yangon Port and took a 45 minute bus ride into the city. Rangoon city was unlike any of the previous ports and to my surprise, Hong Kong now had competition for my favorite city on the itinerary.

The first night I stayed at the Traders Hotel and ate dinner. I hit the sack early as my intention was to be awake before sunrise. At 6 o’clock in the morning I got in the back of a pick-up truck covered by a tarp, and sat in the rain for nearly two hours to get to Inle Lake. Inle Lake, a village of floating gardens, floating temples, floating monestaries, floating houses and floating stores, is situated two hours inland from any major city. On the drive to Inle Lake our group was followed by the Military Junta on motorcycles with rifles slung behind their backs. Never before had I felt that I was a threat to anyone, however, I was starting to see that the Burmese government was skeptical of our intentions. My intentions were only to experience the Burmese culture.

Before each port we were briefed on the culture, language and political situations of each country and during the Myanmar Pre-port we were told that their government was a strict dictatorship in which the Burmese were extreme suppressed and stripped of what John Locke would argue to be Natural Rights. We were also told that we should not try to converse with the Burmese about their government because we would not only be risk. The citizens of Burma are not allowed to travel outside of the borders, not allowed to make phone calls to the United States and definitely not allowed to discuss politics. This was a hard concept for me to grasp. As an American I am given rights that are often taken for granted. I can speak my mind, assemble in protest, choose my religion, protect myself with a firearm and travel wherever my “insatiable case of wanderlust” may lead me.

To get back to my entry, I hopped out of the truck-bed and wiped a cakey layer of orange dirt from my face and grabbed a just-as-dirty taxi. The Taxi driver drove to the floating village and so conveniently told us that he also owned a boat we could tour in. As we got to the main town, the man informed me that they had just had a monsoon and had a downpour of the most rain on record in the last fifty years. As I hopped out of the taxi and found the drowning hotel, I looked down and murky orange water came up to my knees. Well, we checked in to the hotel and being as there were no banks nor ATMs in all of Burma, I had only what cash was left in my wallet from the last port. So, for five days I had $127 .00 Minus the $40 it cost per person for the long bus ride to Inle Lake and Minus the $50 each person pitched in for the 5 Night stay at the Hotel. So, I had 30-something Dollars to my name and somehow made do with what I had! One thing’s for sure, no one can say I’m high maintenance!

Trekking through rushing, murky water, we met the taxi driver at his boat and explored the floating villages. Mothers were bathing their naked young, men rowed boats carrying produce and rope, fishermen sat in the middle of the lake waiting to bring back the day’s catch and monks sat meditating in floating temples. The people seemed so serene and content, I admired them. It is amazing how much we take for granted. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like, how our values would change if we were less reliant on the material and technological aspects of life.

The people in Burma are so cut off from the rest of the world…I met a man whose sister recently moved to America and got married. He told me, in very broken burm-english, that he had not spoken to her in seven years because they are not allowed to call the United States and their letters were shredded. I can’t even begin to imagine the idea of not being able to speak to my family.

Burma has been great.

On another note, these Malarone pills for Malaria are giving me the weirdest dreams. I had a dream that Bob Marley was playing on the ship but the ship was on land. Zach Ransom didn’t have dreads and I was just very confused. Every morning when we go to breakfast, you can hear everyone talking about their vivid dreams and how weird they are.

I can’t wait to sleep in a real bed and relax, but for now, I’ll enjoy Burma.

Next stop, India.

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