The country is ruled by an evil military dictatorship; the
democratically elected leader, Nobel Peace Prize winner Aung Sun Sui
Kui, has been under house arrest since overwhelmingly winning the
country’s first free elections in 1990; half the country is off limits
to tourists because of tribal uprisings, slave labor practices in the
gem mining industry (and possibly opium cultivation) and lack of
tourist infrastructure. There are several power outages per day, roads
are barely paved and the people are devastatingly poor in this resource
rich country. To top it off, even in the cool and dry season, which is
purportedly best for travel, temperatures regularly shoot above 90
degrees and its so humid that you always think it will start to rain,
but never does.
What the hell, you may ask, are we doing here?
Honestly, many a day we woke up perplexed by that same question. But
from the minute we stepped out our door the lovely people of Myanmar
provided a resounding answer in warmth, interest, and genuine good
will. We had more
interesting discussions with locals in Burma than in any other country.
We learned more about the country from talking to the people than we
ever would’ve learned from books. And, despite the ridiculous
difficulties getting around the country, and the ethical and practical
issues of traveling in a country whose government you don’t want to
support financially, Burma has been our favorite country we’ve visited.
You
cannot walk two minutes down the street without a “Hello! Where you
come from?” And unlike in most other countries, they are not striking
up a conversation to make money from you, they are genuinely interested
in talking to foreigners and learning about life in the outside world.
That is, until the subject of the government comes up, and they become
visibly uncomfortable. A Californian monk studying in Burma that we met
on the road told us that 1 in 10 Burmese are Military Intelligence,
thus you must be very careful with what you say to the locals, in order for them to avoid the ubiquitous jail term.
One
of the reasons why we decided to go to Myanmar was because of the
fascinating experience we had while traveling in Cuba several years
ago. We found that the warm Cuban people, incredibly eager to talk to
foreigners while living under an isolated harsh Cuban government,
provided a unique experience. And sure enough, there were many
fascinating similarities. The Burmese economy is just about as
functional as the Cuban economy. To start off, their currency is a
joke. Its called the kyat (pronounced chat) and their largest bill, the
1000 chat note, is worth less than 3 quarters! The smallest note we saw
in circulation, a 20 chatter, is worth a penny and a half. The black
market is the source for many goods, and luxury items, including Coke,
which is smuggled from Thailand, costs more than it does in the U.S.
The government rations gasoline to such a limited degree that
almost everyone buys it on the black market for prices more expensive
than back in LA! This despite the fact that the country is rich in
off-shore oil resources – but the government has sold its oil rights to
China. And the old-fashioned barter system is alive and well. We had to
take a taxi for the 7 hour / 60 km (yes you read that right – the roads
are that bad) ride between Inle Lake and the main highway to the
capital. Rather than pay for it, we gave the driver our old 4 megapixel
backup digital camera as payment.
We vividly remember eating
in Cuba as an adventure unto itself, as the corruption and black market
prevented there from being any normal amount of food
available, and the only palatable meals were bought and consumed in
'black market restaurants' found in peoples homes. Likewise, eating in
Burma was a challenge. Their cuisine is a blend of Indian, Chinese, and
Southeast Asian, but rather than being a tasty fusion, it is more like
a stinky wet mutt. We actively sought out non Burmese food, and ate
pizza twice, thai, korean, indian and anything else we could get our
forks on that was not burmese. For two big eaters, we have to say that
this is the first cuisine to be banished from our culinary island.
Cuba
has a famously musical populace, and we were surprised to find the same
in Burma. There were always people hanging out playing guitar, and
their music videos always showed the musicians rather than lame cheesy
shots of tribal people skipping in the countryside like the rest of
Asia. Nonetheless, when we had a chance to learn a bit about Burmese
musical appreciation, the comparison became weak. The American band
Scorpion is the most popular band, and punk and heavy metal are the
most popular genres. A jam session between Jon and some locals found
little common ground, and he had to learn some Scorpion and impress
them with Hotel California (the king of songs in Asia, 7 years ago and
still running).
George
Orwell's 1930s book 'Burmese Days' depicts the last decade of British
rule over Myanmar. Women walked the market with their face painted
yellow with Thanaka - a makeup / sunblock made from crushed tree bark.
The men wore longyis, traditional burmese skirts, tied differently
depending on their tribe, their status, and whether there is a
festival. Villagers lived in thatched huts, had no power or
refrigeration, farmed or fished for a living, bought fresh produce from
chaotic markets stuffed with exotic, sometimes malodorous items, and
had one singular desire - to provide for their families. Over 70 years
later and not much has changed. Severe isolation has allowed this
country to barely hobble forward while its neighbors Thailand, China,
India and even poverty stricken Bangladesh have relatively lapped it
many a time in the proverbial developmental track field.
We
traveled to the country’s “big 4” tourist sites, Yangon (the capital),
Bagan (hundreds of ancient temples), Inle Lake and Mandalay. The
country is blessed with incredible natural beauty – from snow capped
mountains to rainforest jungles to striking Buddhist temples. Despite
the unfortunate cuisine, the delicious tropical fruit alone is enough
of a reason to visit!
But it was the people we met that made the strongest impression. Some of the highlights included:
The
university student studying Myanmar law who yearns to study
international law, but is forbidden to by the government. Her goal is
to meet a foreigner who will sponsor her study abroad, and then to
leave Myanmar for good. She is the only one in her family who can
afford to go to university, as her mother earns less than $30 a month
as a school teacher and supports four children. We exchanged emails and
we promised to send her international law articles.
The doctors,
who after explaining how they operate using only local anesthesia, told
us that they hoped President Bush would “bring his rockets to Burma”.
They believe that is the only way to purge the government from power.
One hospital we visited performed routine operations, like
appendectomies, without putting the patient fully to sleep. Another
doctor in Yangon, after a few queries about the state of health care,
anxiously told us that any further questions would have to be directed
to the Ministry of Health. The
comedy troupe, the Moustache Brothers, who bravely perform each night
for tourists despite each member having served some length of jail term
for making jokes about the corrupt military regime. They have been
banned from performing in the country, but have creatively worked
around the ban by performing only in English for tourists each night in
their home.
During our visit, a revolting video was released on YouTube
of the leading General’s daughters wedding that features the bride
literally dripping in diamonds. It was reported that the newlyweds
received over $50 million in gifts, over 10 times what the country pays
for its citizens’ health care. We thought this kind of provocation
might launch the Burmese people into the streets to protest the
governments excess.
But
that would never happen. Not in this deeply Buddhist country. Everyone
allows religion into their life. Even a friend we met who spent his
time DJing and smoking opium in Mandalay had spent two years as a monk
and spends a week each year reconnecting. It is a place where foreign
buddhists come to practice - we've met monks from New, York, California
and Indonesia. And scattered throughout the country are literally
hundreds of thousands of stupas and pagodas.
It is difficult to
see how the government will fall given the financial support of Asia’s
superpowers. U.S. sanctions, like in Cuba, have had little success
other than to further isolate the Burmese people and allow China, who
reportedly owns 60% of the Burmese economy, to further monopolize the
country’s resources. (see New York Times link for great article on this topic)
On
our last day we received a slight ray of hope. While roaming around the
gold and diamond topped Shwedagon pagoda at sunset, we met a university
student who told us of
an underground movement of young people that are secretly meeting and
exchanging ideas through private meetings and email. The student told
us he moved out of his family’s house and has asked them to formally
remove him from the governments register as a member of their family.
If he is suspected of any subversive activity, he will be thrown in
jail, and his family will also be targeted by the government. He was
exhilarated when we promised to send him articles on political events
in the U.S. and set up an anonymous website for him and his movement.
After
two and a half weeks in Burma, it is almost frightening that we found
ourselves yearning for the relative sanity of India. For a local food
that we can enjoy (even though it will likely make us sick). For a bank
with an ATM that accepts foreign cards (but will be surrounded by
thousands of beggars). For a transportation network that connects a
country in a reasonable fashion (though the roads may be just as bad).
After 2 weeks in India (yes, putting our thoughts down on Burma took us
that long!), we can safely say that our stress level has dropped a
notch. And that is saying a lot - you'll see why when you read our
India post!