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Young restaurant worker |
On January 11th,
we fly back to Yangon. We plan to meet up with a friend of our friend Arlys.
An American ex-pat who lives in Yangon, he suggests a restaurant at which
to meet. We arrive by cab – and laugh! It is the same restaurant that Lan took us
to. We have eaten in exactly one
restaurant in Yangon – and now here we are again. We point to the food we want, eat our meal
together, and then end with ice cream.
We know what to do!
This ex-pat
also spoke of Myanmar’s recent history, reinforcing what I had read. He said that there have been prior periods where
windows of more freedom and interaction have opened, only to slam shut again. Leon suggested that with all
the money coming from tourism, the rulers couldn’t go back now. Our lunch partner wasn’t so sure. We talked about other aspects of human
rights. He says the people of Myanmar are
still afraid to speak out. And, he
believes that Myanmar is the only country in the world currently where
citizenship is constitutionally based on race.
There are several minority groups – primarily Muslim - who are denied
citizenship, regardless of the generations who have lived in country. He’s also watching the 2015 election, waiting
to see if the rulers honor the results.
He suggests a
few things for us to do around Yangon.
He believes there’s a walking tour of downtown that starts at city hall
at 3:00. We say good-bye and head for
City Hall. Not only closed, it is fenced
in and guarded. Jim and Leon decide to check
out the nearby Sule Pagoda, while Beth and I step into a Baptist church service
in progress. The church is packed with
people in their best outfits. And, the
singing is impressive!
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A drink at the Strand Hotel |
We four wander
the streets until we get to the Strand Hotel.
An extremely elite British hotel fifty years ago, we hear that it became
quite dilapidated before its recent purchase by an international hotel
chain. It looks colonial posh to me. Its central lobby is filled with rattan chairs,
slowly oscillating ceiling fans, and a few servants standing by. I see a menu offering afternoon tea …
with scones and clotted cream. We choose
the bar instead, sitting at the long, polished wood bar and ordering fancy, cool
drinks. We pass an hour there,
pretending to be part of another century, before heading back to our hotel and
sleep.
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Enjoying dim sum with Fahmid |
The next
morning, three of us go out for dim sum
breakfast with a friend of Salehuddin’s.
Fahmid Bhuiya works for PACT, an American non-profit working in 27
countries to underwrite loans for small, personal enterprises. Fahmid is the president of the microfinance
fund in Myanmar. Salehuddin called him the “Dr. Yunus of Myanmar.” We
were honored to meet with him.
In the time
Fahmid has been in Myanmar, PACT’s microfinance work has done amazingly
well. In 1997 when he arrived, banks
charged more than 100% interest, if you could get a loan at all. PACT’s micro-finance offers were considered
“low interest” – at 36%! Ninety-eight
percent of his borrowers have been women who take out loans averaging $150
to start small businesses in agriculture or domestic/tourism products. He guessed that many of the vendors we encounter are likely his customers.
PACT in Myanmar now has 800,000 customers and 140 million in capital!
We asked him
what major changes he has seen in his twenty years in Myanmar. He mentioned cell phones first. When he came to Yangon, he paid $2500
for a cell phone with fairly dedicated service.
Now, for $1.50 a person can get a cell phone and most people have
them. However, the government-owned service
carrier can’t handle the volume of calls and data, so coverage is quite
spotty. Another area of change concerned
cars. There simply weren’t any in 1997, but now the streets are
full.
He said that most
people are happy with the country’s recent economic growth, but are worried
about the loss of their culture of friendliness, family-centricity, and faith.
Fahmid is also concerned about Myanmar’s heavy
reliance on China. And, Myanmar’s economic
growth has been very dependent on the export of raw natural resources, such as
natural gas and jade. The latter is disappearing
at alarming rates. Fahmid says that
entire jade mountains are being sliced into huge slabs that are then shipped to
China. “The mountains are disappearing,” he said sadly.
We walk around
a beautiful park and talk more. We tell
him how much we have enjoyed the people and beauty of Myanmar. He quoted a Myanmar saying, “Once you have dipped your toes into our
waters, you will return again and again.”
Before I leave
Myanmar (maybe to return again and again), I want to point out more aspects that were so charming:
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She's charming... |
- People
are not used to the practice of tipping.
The times we left tips at hotels or on restaurant tables, people would
run after us to bring us the money.
- The
bicycle rickshaws here all have sidecars rather than seats at the back.
- The
traffic is courteous, almost to the point that traffic jams happen because
everyone waits for everyone else.
- You
always give and receive any item with your right hand, extending your right arm
supported with your left hand.
- Elders,
monks and nuns are very respected, and are met with acknowledgement everywhere.
- There
appears to be a hunger for books. The sellers
walking among traffic selling items car to car, more often than not are
offering books for sale.
- Although
I don’t know the reason, I was told that by Burmese custom, a wife never
sleeps on the right side of her husband (which is where I sleep). Anyone know why that might be?
Last, I have to
return to the markets. At markets, there
were so many familiar, yet
foreign-looking things: huge, green grapefruit-like fruit, bananas that were red, brittle dried fish tied in
bundles, dried chilis, sections of leaves rolled and filled with rice, lengths
of cloth of all colors, and papier-mache marionettes.
And, there were birds chirping in cages,
because to buy a bird and release it is good for Buddhists. I could have spent several more DAYS
wandering through!
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The colors! |
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Fare Thee Well, People of Myanmar! |