Border crossings

As my twin propeller plane descended on Mae Sot, the mid morning sun was beginning to evaporate the rain from the night before. The runway morphed from wet-black to heat shimmered grey. Emerging from the rear door of the aircraft and looking out to the distant hills my thoughts were fuelled by stories of intrepid explorers, secret agents and adventurous travellers. A lifetime of preconceptions regarding Northern Thailand and the border of Burma included visions of hill tribes with painted faces, muddy rivers carrying mysterious cargoes and a countryside peppered with huts and coconut trees.

But the realities of this region in recent years posed a stark contrast to my romantic daydream. Mae Sot, considered the primary land gateway between Thailand and Myanmar, has become a land of limbo for over 200,000 Burmese refugees and economic migrants. Included in these numbers are close to 30,000 children. A lucky few of that number are being provided education through schools that are funded by a network of NGO’s.

For those with no access to NGO support the future is grim. Poverty and exploitation is driving a trade in human trafficking, slave labour and the sex industry. Refugees working in local businesses struggle to earn enough to feed their families while the local police collude with business owners and Mafia to capitalise on the situation.

My role in Mae Sot for the next three days would be to build a photographic portfolio to support campaigns and communications work being carried out by Thai Children’s Trust. With the local TCT project co-ordinator as my guide, I would visit project sites including a safe house, local schools and an orphanage.

There is a striking contrast between the faces of the children in this situation and the reality of their environment. A wide and bright-eyed smile was offered with every new face; laughter and playfulness filled nearly every room. It highlighted to me that children have the ability to find a happy place within, which can sustain moments of happiness even when they are without.

But these smiles, these painted faces, appeared as a very thin veneer. Witnessing the children in their quiet moments I saw fragility and a questioning soul.

These lucky few attending schools and living in shelters provided by NGO’s funded by unknown faces, these children, while given an opportunity to avoid the tragedy befalling their peers are not blind to the inequality of their circumstances.

They are often separated from their parents, living on meagre nutrition; they are afforded no luxury of anything new or playful. Their dreams of becoming, while just as vivid as any other child’s, are shrouded in doubt and concern.

I left the area with an incredible feeling of mixed emotions and such a strong respect for the work of TCT and the other organisations in the region. I have a huge admiration for the individuals working locally, their commitment and compassion. I left with quiet feelings of concern, sadness and hope for these children.

Living in a western society with access to information about global issues I am constantly reminded of the tragedies that plague humanity, our conflicts and disasters. Every day I see the suffering of innocents, the struggle of those living in poverty or places where resources are scarce. For years these images have made their way into my home.

But in just three days, Mae Sot, the children and the images I have captured, have made their way into my heart. I only hope that they might also find their way into the hearts of others.
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Kood you?

Everyone is looking for some kind of paradise when they go to islands in Thailand, but to be honest it is a little hard to  find these days. A lot of places hold promise, but often you are let down by overcrowding, shabby accommodation, or beaches that just don’t deliver.

Koh Kood is a nice compromise between development, facilities, local culture, and untouched white sand beaches. Five hours in a van from Bangkok, 2 hours on a boat, 45 minutes in the back of a pick up truck and hello Laem Ton Son beach, Koh Kood.

If you can pull yourself away from the beach, to take a short trip across the jungle covered island there are fishing villages to provide a spectacle of local lifestyle and an eye-opening view of life on the boats.

The island isn’t perfect. Snorkelling was really not good at all. But one thing it does have going for it, is that it is not crowded. Admittedly it was low season, but I walked for an hour around the coast without seeing another soul. If thats not cathartic I don’t know what is.

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Incoming tide.

You know those healthy eating shows where they dump a week worth of junk food on the table to shock a contestant into understanding how much rubbish they put in their body?

Imagine if we used that same demonstration to represent how much rubbish we throw into our oceans every week. Would we have a wheel barrow full? A truck trailer? A super tanker?

Back in 2010 Stiv Wilson with the 5Gyres Ocean conservation organisation estimated that there was 143 Billion Kilograms of plastic floating around in our oceans.

I am used to seeing bits of trash in the high tide line when I go to the beach, but a recent walk around the deserted coast of a remote island shocked me more than anything I’ve seen previously.

The grim evidence I witnessed was only what the ocean has thrown back on this one coast line, I can’t bear to think what circulates in the currents 30 feet below the surface.

 

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Simple choice really..

‘Get busy livin, or get busy dying’ - Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption.

Well actually, I wondered if there might be some irony in this philosophy when I accepted an offer to join my friend (also named) Andy, in a bike ride from Bangkok to the Gulf of Siam.

As someone who never cycles there was a distinct possibility that taking on this ride could kill me!

But meh! all aboard or be bored.

So I hired a bike from spice roads, made a special request for a nice soft seat and I quickly became very excited about the adventure ahead! Andy had heard about the ride from a friend of his who wrote a great blog post after doing it themselves. He also directed me to another post about it, by Richard Barrow who is a very well known Blogger in Thailand.

If you are planning to do it yourself check out those blogs and take a good phone with GPS which you can follow, back up power pack, and make sure you have sunscreen!

Being a massive supporter of the Classroom of Hope organisation it seemed a good opportunity for me to do some fundraising for the kids too. Thanks to my generous supporters I raised over $380…  and that my friends is gettin busy livin!

The Buffalo skulls at Wat Hua Krabeu: The collection has seen better days, it is now a rapidly degrading pile, peppered with weeds and junk.

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A Monk at Wat Hua Krabeu: An unfair representation of him, as you will see in the next shot.Monk at Wat Hua Krabeu

The same Monk, pictured with my cycling buddy Andy Goldman. This Monk was extremely friendly and showed us around the Buffalo skulls. Cyclist and Monk at Wat Hua Krabeu

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The mud flats are covered in bamboo shafts, which have been buried in the mud to farm mussels.DSC_3261

As a break for lunch, we took a long tail boat out to the Bangkok SeaView Restaurant – Highly recommended, lovely view, setting and food.DSC_3333

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On the route back, we passed through a small street market just south-west of Bang Krachao (Bangkoks green lung). It was  a little like being in a different city as there were rickshaws everywhere. 

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A fairly exhausted Andy, as we catch the small ferry across the Chao Phraya back to Klong Toey.DSC_3437

Size doesn’t matter…

So long as you step up, you can get things underway.

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Bangkok City to The Gulf of Siam

Bangkok City to The Gulf of Siam

I’m not doing anything crazy, but I’m doing something. What would you do?

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Everyone is something.

What do you want to be? Or are you already there?

If you could work at whatever you chose, then what would it be?

What is it that you would retire from, into a settled state of being, with a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction. For some, the answer will be that they are living that dream now. For others, each day moves them closer to those goals. Many feel as though they will never be that which they dream of.

There are those who dream everyday and those who have cast their dreams aside; only looking at them in secret times when their here and now isn’t watching.

While one dreams of a life working in sciences or medicine, another will wish for nature and tranquility. Some think of giving to others and some of taking everything for themselves.

Whatever you dream or wish to work at have you given up on it yet?

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Mud and Gold.

Luang Prabang in Laos was such a wonderful place to see. It was my first view of the Mekong river and I loved the idea that I was finally floating on a river that has filled so many pages, so many films and so many dreams. The town itself is clearly geared for tourists but somehow it manages to retain a slow and untouched feel.

Tourist spectacles are such, for a good reason. They are usually the foundation or formation of the culture that exists today so I try to make an effort to visit them when I can. However, the truth is I’m not a ‘touristy’ type of traveller, I prefer to ‘do it my own way’.

The big problem I have is that in my effort to understand and feel at one with the places I visit, I’m often surrounded by hundreds of others trying to do the same. It makes me feel a bit shallow. So in an effort to escape the masses, I try to find a slightly different perspective of the same view. I don’t always manage that. After all, so many have been before.

Still, I’d rather be one of the few, than one of the many.

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Standing at the edge of the Bangkok cityscape are four derelict stairwells. Their simplistic uniformity and broken strength are an odd juxtaposition to the gleaming glass and steel around them. Reaching 40 stories into the sky they beckon at the eye and tease your imagination.

The earth around these towers is torn part with rusting steel reinforcment beams and huge chunks of broken concrete. The base of the towers is exposed at 2 levels below ground and the site has filled with water deep enough for fish to start living there. Access to the inner stairwell begins at level 3, requiring a mix of knee deep wading into the waters around the base, balancing on submerged concrete, climbing onto broken edges of the remaining floors, and scaling a rudimentary wooden scaffolding to get to the first flight of stairs.

Once inside, the first four flights are pitch black, causing concern for what waits above, then the light breaks through as you climb higher with a view at the summit to match the best sky bar in Bangkok.

 

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Scholar and a gentle man

Mr Bai is not at school today. He is about 14 years old.. There were heavy rains last night and they came through the roof of the house where he lives with his grandmother. He is the man of the house so he is home today to fix it. Sometimes he works as a ferryman, taking people or things across the slow mud brown river that runs alongside the village. He makes some money doing that. It is difficult for him to see what the future holds much further away than the end of the season.

My friend Duncan could see a future for him though. Duncan met Mr Bai back in 2012. He saw something special in this boy and signed him into a scholarship program with Classroom of Hope. He made sure Mr Bai has books, a uniform and special attention from a local NGO to ensure he keeps up his studies.

The school director says he is a bright boy.

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