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The Plight of the Akha Continued

“Is this it?” I skeptically ask as I get off my bike. The building in front of me is a windowless cement structure, which a passerby might assume housed some sort of industrial operation. Maybe a warehouse, maybe a low scale assembly operation. But, my guide / translator assured me we had come to the right place.

There was no door on the building, just a cement wall to walk around. Inside, the compound looked more like the wing of a prison than anything else. There was a hallway of doors, each spaced about 10 feet apart. The only way to lock the doors was by padlock. In the center, the hallway opened into a large room bordering another hallway, showing the structure to have an “H” shape. The middle of the large room served as parking for a few mopeds, as well as space for a large cement trough. Adjacent to the trough were three bathrooms, which looked like permanent port-a-potties—but nothing most Americans would ever want to use. Overall, the facility was dark, dirty, and depressing.

My guide knocked on one of the doors. We were here to find one of the street girls—Ami. This was her home. But not just her home, the home for probably 40-50 Akha people. This was a giant cement dorm for the poorest of the poor in Chiang Mai. In the U.S., we might call it tract housing or projects. And the giant cement trough: a woman now using it allowed me to identify it as a sink.

Ami was not there, but another young girl who I recognized from the red light district was. This little girl had been on the street the previous Tuesday. Surprisingly, she recognized me and told my translator that we played together. Other Akha people were around the large room as well—many sitting in the cement hallway assembling handicrafts to sell that evening or just passing the time. Since so few children were around, we decided to move on.

The next stop was a small “house” a few blocks away. The building was in shambles—made from bamboo and sheet metal siding. The structure was maybe 30 x 30 feet, but served as the shelter for four different families. They all sleep on the floor. Total rent is 2000 baht per month (approximately $65). They earn this money by using the children to sell flowers in the night market or red light district. Each flower goes for about 10 baht (about 33 cents), so even with four families, they have their work cut out for them. I found the kids playing around this house—not on slides or swing sets, but in old rusted ductwork.

Akha Child

So is the plight of the Akha. They have had a very difficult life in Thailand, and even time has yet to heal the injustice done to them. The Akha are a tribal people that migrated many years ago from the Tibetan region of China. They are expert farmers. In the past, their cash crop was opium, but since the crackdown on the drug trade, they’ve struggled to replace the income loss. Rice just doesn’t sell like opium, I guess. In Thailand, they’ve been fairly oppressed—getting pushed off their land. However, migrating to the city has not made life much better. Many of the Akha don’t have Thai citizen cards, so they can’t get a real job. It also leaves them without access medical care. These Akha explained to me that a lack of a citizenship card was largely the problem they faced. It was apparent in one of the children with a large cyst or boil on her forehead, which they couldn’t afford to do anything about.

Our final stop appeared to be literally the slums of Chiang Mai. I rode my bicycle down a narrow path into a cluster of bamboo buildings. As the path veered right along a small creek, a wretched smell of human waste drifted up from the water. The creek was black and lined with trash. The path continued another 200 feet and was lined with identical bamboo homes built into the creek bank. We stepped into the ground of one of the homes, which was really just a cement pad underneath an elevated bamboo room. On the ground level were three Akha women and a child, all sewing handicrafts to sell in the night bazaar tonight. The women were working in somewhat of an assembly line fashion, with one women sewing shells and beads onto fabric and another woman stitching the side of the bag together.

Akhas at Work

In the night bazaar, there are many Akha women walking around selling these handicrafts. They typically play this little wooden frog with a stick, which makes the sound of a frog croaking at night. It’s sad because I get really annoyed with them in the night bazaar because every 20 feet is another woman putting a frog in your face. But, this is all they live on. They told me about all the foreigners that say, “NO, NO, NO” to them. I usually say, “Hello, how are you” in Akha and then they move on.

Overall, it was a really interesting day to see how and where the children I have met on the street live. It is also difficult because their problem does not merit an easy solution. There are many systemic problems that have contributed to their current state. I will say this though, despite what they have gone through and difficulties that they face, they are some of the kindest and most beautiful people I have ever met.

I concluded my last post by saying that I would post about human trafficking this week. I wanted to share today’s experience while it was fresh in my mind. I was going to add the trafficking topic, but this post would have become incredibly long. However, I am working on the trafficking post and will have it up soon.

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Life In Chiang Mai

Now that things are settled here in Chiang Mai, I wanted to share about some of the work I’m starting on. When I went to work for Grameen in Bangladesh, I was not sure if anything I learned there I would get to transfer over to my work here. Surprising, microcredit and microenterprise is at the forefront of what I’m working on right now. I’m not sure what shape it will take, but I hope it will involve creating opportunities in Burma (see my last post for more details on this). Just Food is also developing a Culinary Arts Academy, which they want to use to train victims of human trafficking and prostitution. There are many high-end hotels and restaurants in Chiang Mai, but a shortage in qualified staffing. I think it will be a great program once it gets off the ground. Right now, it’s a matter of finding the right real estate in the city and waiting for grant proposals to come through. Just Food is also working to help victims of trafficking and prostitution start small microenterprises that can provide dignified work.

Chiang Mai Sunday Walking Market

Independently, I took on a statistical research project, as well. Over the last year, the organization complied piles of raw data about the women in prostitution in Chiang Mai. Most of the data was gathered through individual interaction with the women. For instance, things like age, number of children, living circumstances, etc. However, the information was never analyzed statistically. So, I’m trying to use this data to see what we can learn about the economics and psychographics of this issue, and how the organization can better target and find solutions to the problem. I think it will take a little more data mining, but it is pretty interesting research.

Another aspect of this organization is that two nights a week, they send staff into the red light district for outreach. I was not planning on participating in this part of the organization. And, when they asked me to go on the first night, I went reluctantly, expecting to make only a one time observational visit. However, it’s actually turned into one of my favorite nights of the week because I go and talk to street people and play with the street kids.

First, let me describe the red light district here in Chiang Mai. The main red light district is close to a main tourist area of Chiang Mai and spans about a block with bars on both sides of the street. By day, they look like just a few bars that are pretty quiet. At night, the scene changes dramatically. The bars, going by names like “Juicy” and “Bababobo,” are packed with scantily clad women trying to court men in. And, there are many dirty old men in the area enjoying the attention. Here, the girls range from as young as 14 to as old as 40. The median is around 22 years old. Some people have asked how the economics of this business work, such as who hires and organizes it. It’s not what you would expect. The women are employed by the bar, getting a salary of maybe 2000 baht per month (about $75), then they make the rest in tips. There’s not a pimp or organized crime group running the show behind the scenes. A customer can hire out for the night, or even the month, and most bars have facilities on site. Most women tend to be fairly transient, only staying in the area for a few months before moving away.

I will say this though, I have met some of the women working in these bars and they are extremely nice people. It’s really sad to get to know them a little bit, then see what they do every night. The underlying reason for entering this line of work is always money. For one particular girl, who some of the interns have befriended, her mom is sick and she can’t make enough money working in a coffee shop to support her. Often, it’s to support family members or children. For others, it’s the attraction of “big money,” as opposed to the average $150 per week salaries here in Thailand. Most of the women express interest in leaving, but, I think, find it hard to leave the money once they’re in. There are also cultural aspects that play big roles. For instance, Thai people don’t really think about the future, as in what they should be doing or the effect of decisions down the road. Also, as most come from a Buddhist background, the karama sense of, “Well, I’m already ruined, there’s nothing I can do about it now,” gets in the way. Buddhism does not have the redemptive capacity that Christianity has.

Buddhist Bells

There’s a different area of Chiang Mai where customers can find girls of any age. These are active brothels that women and children are trafficked into. And, these are run through sort of an organized crime unit. However, I can’t really explain it on the Internet for reasons of public access. These brothels DO get busted occasionally, but they’re up and running again the next night and the owners are never fully prosecuted. I haven’t seen this area, so I can’t provide any greater description.

I personally avoid going into the bars, if I can, and, instead, let the women handle that. Just Food’s outreach mission also includes working with street. There are a large number of street kids that spend EVERY night in the red light district selling flowers and trinkets. Their families are Akha tribal people that have moved to the city. Most of the older Akha women speak no Thai, and can’t read or write their own language. As a result, they can’t get a job in Chiang Mai. To live, a group of them will rent a small apartment and pile in. Then, they make their kids walk around to the bars and sell flowers, since people will buy them from a cute little six year old. During outreach, if I am with someone who can speak Akha, I like to talk to the older women about their life. They tell me that, on an average night, they make 40-50 baht (about $1 – 1.75) from the flowers. On a good night, they can make 100-200 baht ($3-6).

The kids there are great though. I have some little friends, Ami, Fern, Ame, and Manu, who are Akha children that sell in the area. Luckily, I think the kids are going to school in Chiang Mai. They can speak Thai and even know a few English words. I don’t speak much Thai, so it’s a good place for me ask the practically worthless phrases I know like, “What is your favorite color?” or “Is that a pig?” The sad thing though, is that these kids are growing up in this area and it’s concerning that they might end up down there when they get older. Along with the Culinary Arts Academy, Just Food is going to have a children’s center in the same building. They need a place where they can go that’s not amongst places of prostitution and where they can be kids, rather than sell flowers for their families.

I’m going to wrap this post up, as the hour is getting late. I will add photos to this in the next few days, so check back. In my next post, I hope to talk more about the human trafficking problem.

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A Week in Thailand

I’ve been in Thailand for a week now and still settling in.  I haven’t found a consistent source for the internet, but when I do get on, I am still updating things from Bangladesh.  Work with Just Food is starting on Monday, so I will have more to update after that.  However, I have used the time to do a little touring, such as riding elephants through the jungle and rafting on Bamboo.  Anyway, more will follow soon!

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Getting Rolling in Thailand

Things are getting rolling in Thailand now!  We just started work this week and it looks like there could be some interesting opportunities ahead.  As we are just getting started, I haven’t had a lot of time to talk about some ideas, but I will probably be developing a lot of microenterprise for the Burma team.  It’s perfect because microenterprise is exactly what I learned about, and was most interested in, at Grameen.  Essentially, it will be creating helping the Burmese team create small businesses that can give people an alternative and way out of human trafficking.

I’m hoping to develop something that I can export and sell in the U.S.  This has been a successful model for other companies.  Eternal Threads did it handbags and Invisible Children has done it with bracelets.  The goal to aim for is a sustainable business that can generate $35 per MONTH.  At $35 per month, people will leave prostitution and trafficking.  Most jobs don’t make $35 per month—more like $10-15—that’s just how poor Burma is.  I’m actually heading up to Burma tomorrow, so I’m sure I will have many stories when I return.

The intern crew

Let me backup to some of the events of the past week in Thailand.  I have pretty much just been here getting settled in.  There are four summer interns and one long-term intern here now.  They are, from left to right in the following picture: Irene (long-term from New York); Christina (also from Pepperdine); Lisbee (from Boston College); Hanna (from Denmark); and me.  It seems to be a pretty fun group so far.  The photo is at a waterfall we visited.  Of course, as soon as this photo was over, I went and climbed into the waterfall.

Riding elephants

Hmong village

I made all the interns come trekking with me this past weekend.  Trekking involved hiking to a Hmong village (tribal group from south China and Laos), riding elephants in the jungle, visiting a Karen village (another tribal group), and bamboo rafting.  Elephant riding was pretty fun, but I don’t think I would want to cross a continent on one, as Napoleon tried to do.  Bamboo rafting was much better than expected.  We’re just entering the rainy season here and there was a big rain the night before.  So, the river was swollen and a lot of rapids developed that aren’t normally there.  They might have been low class four rapids.  But, when you’re sitting on a bamboo raft that three feet wide and twenty feet long, and every time you go through a rapid your raft disappears under water, even class four rapids can be a lot of fun!

I will have much more to report when I return from Burma!

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Grameen Bank Internship Update #2

I’m in Thailand now, and I haven’t posted in a few days because I’ve been taking the time to write out all the events of my week in Bangladesh.  It’s taken a lot longer than I expect.  I wanted to recount the three-day adventure to the villages in northern Bangladesh in as much detail as I could.  The following post contains those details, but it’s rather lengthy.  I am posting this without imbedded photos, but I will add those into the post and correct my grammar as my time allows.

Throughout this week, my life felt like a movie—like I was watching myself on some giant screen and everything around me was a Hollywood sound stage.  In short, it was an incredible adventure.  There was no real action or danger to speak of, just life as it really is, not veiled in the hyperreality often found in U.S.  Bangladesh is so isolated and out of the way, that we were privileged to experience a world that few other foreigners have been able to see.  If you ask me, this is the best way to travel!

On assignement

On Tuesday morning, we set out on a three-day stay at a Grameen field office.  Around 7 a.m., we caught a tuk tuk to the bus station.  Tuk tuks are these little vehicles, almost like a motorcycle enclosed by a metal box.  The bus we boarded was fairly nice, obviously an upper class bus.  The ride lasted about two hours and we saw a very diverse Bangladesh from the Dhaka we had grown accustomed to.  The countryside is very lush and green.  Almost everywhere you look, rice fields occupy the land.  We crossed the 13th longest bridge in the world (7th longest in Asia).  It crossed a very large river that is water direct from the Himalayas.  The bus ride lasted a little longer than two hours, dropping us off at the roundabout where we found ourselves surrounded by 50 Bangladeshi people—the scene I described above.

Our translator hailed two “rickshaw pans” to take us to Salanga, our village for the next few days.  A rickshaw pan is a three-wheeled bicycle with a back sitting area that consists of two wooden planks to sit on.  They can seat up to four people (crowded and hard to pedal) with two people racing each other on both sides.  The ride to Salanga is maybe 5 miles.  The path runs along a thin asphalt path that parallels the highway one side and rice fields on the other—it was obviously built to keep the rickshaws and villagers off the highway.  Villagers also used the path to spread out rice and stalks for harvesting.

Grameen Bank in Salanga

Villagers certainly noticed the new foreigners rolling into town.  As we drove, all eyes glanced up from their previous interests to watch us ride by.  The pathway twists and turns through the village and it’s lined with various shops and businesses.  Many grocery stores, barber shops, rickshaw repair, welding etc.  About everything you could think of to make the village relatively self-sufficient.  After driving through most of the town, we came to a two-story red brick building—much different than the metal shed look of every other building.  This was the Grameen office.  This Grameen office looked much like a movie set as well.  The walls were white and looked like they had not seen a fresh coat of paint in years.  The walls were plain except for a bulletin board with Grameen propaganda and pictures of Dr. Yunus.  The only furniture in the room was three large tables and accompanying chairs for meeting with bank members.

We sat at one of the tables and were served fresh mango, which was excellent.  Then we met the Grameen branch manager.  He was a larger fellow—the only large Bangladeshi we saw—and he had a gruff personality.  We couldn’t decide if this was his real personality or if he was putting the face on for his position.  In either case, it was a stark contrast to the enthusiasm of Mr. Atachim and our guide for today, Chamin.

Hindu Grameen members

After finishing the mango, we left for our first center meeting in this village.  This meeting was different, as it was primarily composed of Hindu women.  Their Hindu background was readily apparent from their colorful facial paintings.  Some women had the red dot, some had gold lines down their foreheads, and some had red streaks in their hair, or a combination of the three.  We asked the typical questions and observed their loan meetings and loan requests.  They had no questions for us, however.

After the meeting, we had a late lunch back at the office.  The meal was really good, and typical Bengal food.  This is always white rice with a lentil soup poured over the rice.  Then a sort of curry chicken or beef and chackti, a really sweet tasting vegetable mix that consisted of pumpkin, sweet potato, and other undisclosed flavors.  The upstairs of the building was where we stayed and the center manager lived.  It was pretty nice by Bengali standards, but wouldn’t be very accommodating in the U.S.  The place looked like it had not been cleaned in many years.

After lunch, we went into the village to visit businesses that were funded through Grameen loans.  The first stop was a mustard seed processing shop.  They had a large machine that they poured mustard seeds into.  Out of it came a mustard paste or kind of oil.  I’m not really sure what they used it for.  We attracted a fairly large crowd at this shop.  After observing the operation, we sat down with the shop owner and discussed his operation and loans.  Next, we loaded up on the rickshaws again and visited the home a student loan recipient.  This family had a carpentry shop, making furniture from local bamboo.  The mother, who was a Grameen member, received a student loan for her son, who was studying accounting at the local college.  He wanted to move to Dhaka to live the “luxurious life.”  Surprisingly, college tuition only costs approximately $200 per year.

The rural areas

When we returned the bank, the local kids started congregating and asking us to play soccer with them.  We started walking back into town.  It was a long walk all the way through town to the school area where the soccer field was.  We just kicked the ball around in a circle for a few minutes, kind of like a hackysack.  It was so hot that we were drenched with sweat very quickly.  The foreigners playing soccer drew quite a crowd to the field.  I asked if other Grameen visitors played soccer with kids, and I guess we were the first.

When we returned, we sat up on the roof to cool off in the cool breeze.  A storm was starting to form on the horizon, as lighting was getting more frequent.  At one point, the power went out, which is a regular occurrence.  In the summer, the power grid has electrical requirements that are higher than electricity can be produced, so they just shut the power off in various places.  We sat on the roof and talked with Tanveer, our translator about his religion and life as a devout Muslim.  He sang a verse to us from the Koran and told us about how his parents would arrange his marriage.  Its very interesting because his parents will probably find a wife for him this year, he will meet her and decide that day if he “loves her” and wants to marry her.  It’s strange, but our system seemed equally strange to him as well.

We had the same food for dinner as we had for lunch.  At every meal, I was mesmerized by Tanveer’s practice of eating with his hands.  He puts everything on the plate, mixes it up with his finger and just starts going to town.  At the end, scoops any sauce off the bottom, cleans the bowl almost spotless, and licks his fingers clean.  It was very odd to watch.  After dinner, we settled down for bed.  When I climbed into bed, a cockroach crawled out from under my pillow.  I found another one a few minutes later.  After I cleared the bed for additional cockroaches, we put the bug net up to keep the mosquitoes and cockroaches out.  I was so tired that I was gone when I put my head down.

Next morning, we attended a  men’s member meeting.  This was fairly unique, since Grameen is 90% female members.  We were running late and the men waited about two hours for us to come.  One thing that surprised us was how many of them own cell phones.  Maybe 1/3 to half of them.  Cell phones are really cheap and heavily advertised in rural Bangladesh.  Its surprising because they have nothing, yet own a cell phone.  But, there are no landlines, and cell phone minutes are cheaper than traveling if you need to communicate with someone in another city.  Grameen Telecom owns all the towers in a partnership with a Norwegian phone company.  They must be absolutely raking it in through the cell phone business.  The men also had questions for us, but they were very different than the women’s questions.  They wanted to know how much things cost in the U.S. and what kind of salaries we could make.

Pottery makers

After the men’s meeting, we visited a women’s meeting.  By this point, we had really run out of questions, so we asked general questions about what kind of businesses they had.  In the general vicinity of this area, we visited a couple businesses.  First, we visited pottery shop that was making large pots for holding rice or water.  These pots were nearly three-foot in diameter.  We walked across the street to another pottery shop.  Here, they were smaller pots, possibly for cooking and eating, rather than storage.  The owner cut some clay and took us into his shop to spin the clay on a pottery wheel.  He made four pots out of one block of clay.  We also watch a couple women make pots by hand, forming them without a wheel.

We jumped back on a rickshaw and took it to the highway.  We caught another rickshaw there and headed for the bus interchange.  At the interchange, a crowd gathered around us again to stare at the foreigners.  The interchange isn’t a city, just a large bus stop, so a variety of food and beverage businesses have been established there overtime.  Will bought a piece of sugarcane from a small stand.  The stand operator was pressing the sugarcane into juice and selling it to locals.  However, the operator only had one glass, which served as the community drinking glass.  Will drank from it, but Amadea and I refused.

Public transportation

We caught a public bus to take us to the Grameen fisheries.  Public buses in Bangladesh are everything you imagine them to be.  They are crowded, hot, and blaring strange Indian music.  The bus ride lasted about an hour, and Amadea thought she was going to pass out.  The Grameen center we arrived at was very nice, probably slightly nicer than our center in Salanga.  Not only did it serve the local community with loans, it also serviced the fisheries program, livestock program, and the computer center where all the regional information is brought to for digitizing.  In the same set of buildings, we first observed the dairy processing room, where they pasteurize milk and place it in small, plastics bags for resale.  The dairy program is one of Grameen’s microenterprise programs where a member can use a loan to purchase a cow, then sell the milk to Grameen’s pasteurizing plant, which employs locals, and sells the milk to grocery stores started by Grameen members.  It’s a very cyclical program.

The manger at this center was a very devout Muslim.  He wore the full attire, consisting of a white shirt, white pajama-like pants, and white cap.  He was extremely kind and gentle to us.  When Amadea tried to shake his hand at the end, he had to excuse himself for religious purposes.

The fisheries were a few kilometers away from the office.  I was very excited because we got to ride in a UNDP jeep out to the site.  The fisheries were built decades ago by some sort of feudal lord.  There are an unbelievable 808 ponds at this fishery.  The largest pond being 26 acres!  Every morning, Grameen fishes at least one of the ponds with a giant net, which they scoop from one side to the other.  We visited the fish raising building, which was a large metal shed that enclosed several circular baths and several small pools.  The pools were used for applying a hormone to release the eggs from the female fish.  The eggs are then placed in the circular bath to rotate with a slow current, which helps with the fish growth.  When the fish are large enough, they are moved to the ponds outside.  What I found interesting was that the type of fish harvest was primarily carp and versions thereof.  In Bangladesh, carp is a good fish for eating!

The ride back to the Salanga was fairly uneventful.  Again, we took to the public bus to the interchange, then a rickshaw back into Salanga.  Back at the Grameen office, we rested a few minutes, but Will and I were enticed back outside by the activities of the village  In particular, we were intrigued with the rice harvesting process.  The villagers across the street from the office were threshing the day’s harvest.  We went out to observe.  They had a spinning gas powered machine that would separate the rice from the stalk.  One man would stand and stick the rice on the machine, while a woman would sit below and sweep the rice into a pile.  The rice stalks were blown up in the area and eventual created giant piles of stalks that would stand 10-12 feet high.  I wanted to see more, so will and I walked out into a field accompanied by a entourage of local kids.  We walked out into a rice paddy where 6-10 men were harvesting.  Despite the language barrier, they invited us to come up and try cutting some rice ourselves.  It was more difficult than they made it look.  The blade was very sharp and with my first swing, I just about took my instructor’s leg off.  After cutting a few clumps, I handed it back and watched them cut at lightening speed.

Village kids

After the previous night’s soccer game, we promised the village kids we would play again.  So, we jumped on a rickshaw and headed back to the soccer field.  This time, it was a group of locals, probably high school age, with a very serious game going on.  Despite that, they invited us to jump right in.  For the first few minutes, I had no idea who was on my team or which way I was supposed to be going, as they were giving me instructions in Bengla.  Eventually someone scored and Will and I figured it out.  I played for 15-20 minutes, maybe.  Then I had to stop because it was incredibly hot and I just couldn’t cool down.  I was soaked with sweat and I think the locals thought it was funny.  When we got back to the office, I went straight to the roof, filled up a bucket with water and just started dumping water on myself.  I sat in a chair on the roof for the next couple hours.

After sitting on the roof for awhile, our translator came to get us.  Some center managers had assembled downstairs and wanted to meet with us before we left.  We regrouped downstairs at a table with eight of the region center managers.  We started by asking them questions regarding their positions and their work with Grameen.  Eventually, the conversation shifted to international politics and American policy.  They were all surprisingly abreast of the events in Iraq and Afghanistan.  Their questions commonly were fixed on our opinions of President Bush and U.S. policy.  At one point, while Tanveer was translating our statement, I turned to Will and said, “You know, we’re really the ambassadors for America here.  We’re maybe the first Americans they’ve ever met, and maybe the only they will ever meet.”  It’s a very strange feeling to know that you’re setting the precedent for someone else’s opinion of your country.  I think the same goes for our actions in the villages.  Hopefully things like playing soccer with the kids and visiting the farmers out in the rice patty made a good impression of our country and the Grameen Bank.  Everyone in town knew that three Americans had arrived.  I would be surprised if more than a handful of Americans have ever, or will ever, visit that village.

The following day, we visited the Grameen Danon factory in Bogra.  As the day involved a lot of traveling, I will spare the details and end the post here.  My next post will pickup with events in Thailand.

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Bangladesh coming to a close…

Bangladesh is quickly coming to a close, as I leave in a few hours.  It's bittersweet, as I'm excited to go to Thailand, but I really liked Bangladesh.  The experience here has been one of the most incredible of my life.  I have many many stories, but I have not had the time to post them.  I hope to work on that on the plane today.  To give you an idea of how unique white foreigners are here, we stepped off the bus at a small roundabout interchange in northern Bangladesh.  Within a few seconds, we were surrounded by 50+ Bangladeshi people who just wanted to stare at us.  This happened everywhere north of Dhaka.  Maybe a couple hundred Americans have visited there *ever*.  Anyway, more is to come.

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Grameen Bank Internship Update #1

WOW! Okay, today was incredible.  We met our manager from Grameen Bank at 7:30 this morning and we droveforabout 45 minutes out into one of the rural areas.  I can’t pronounce the name, otherwise I would say what town it was.  First of all, Dhaka is crazy in the morning.  There are all kinds of people bringing the day’s vegetables into market and many people walking or driving into work.  Dhaka definitely pulses with energy, and it’s bursting at the seems with people.

 

The drive is probably the craziest third world drive I’ve been on yet.  Everybody just goes where they want to when they want to.  I’ve been to many other places where this was the case, but here certainly takes the cake.  You really get a sense for the intense amount of poverty in Bangladesh when you drive around the country.  There are people everywhere and making homes out of whatever supplies they can find.  A lot of people are just sleeping in their own filth.  You come to Bangladesh looking for this inspiring story of poverty reduction, but things don’t appear to be that much better.  It starts to make you wonder if you should have any hope in it at all.

 

Then we arrived at the village.  Currently, the Grameen Bank does operate in the urban area, only in rural areas where the real poverty is.  As our guide explained, all the begging done in the city is done by tightly controlled gangs that collect and disperse evenly.  Grameen works outside the city where this isn’t a problem.  However, they JUST received approval from the government to work in the city, so they ae looking into how to do this.

 

At the village, we first talked the the Branch Manager, who oversees all the groups and centers.  After some explanation of how the system works, we went to the center meeting.  For the center meeting, we sat in a small room with about 40 women members.  Through our translator, we talked with them about what they do with the money the receive, how their life has improved since joining the bank, etc.  We were the first foreign visitors they had ever had!  Maybe the first foreigners they have ever seen!

 

We toured some of their homes and facilities.  A couple people had small chicken farms, where they raise chickens to sell at market.  They bought their chickens and land through Grameen loans.  Another was a seamstress, others were farmers, or grocers.  The most interesting ones at Grameen Phone Ladies.  Grameen built all the wireless phone towers  in the country. Some members are allowed to buy cell phones and they become the “phone ladies.”  Since its so hard to travel around the country, it’s easier for villagers to pay for one phone call than to travel to see family or a doctor if they only have a simple question.  Phone ladies supply 60-70 call per day and make BIG money in the villages.  We also spoke with some of the local beggers who can receive begger loans, which are much smaller.

 

The villagers also had a lot of questions for us!  They were really interested to know what we ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  I didn’t know if pizza would make any sense to them, so I told them chicken with vegetables for dinner!  They were also curious whetherwe liked them because their skin with darker than ours.  I guess some sterotypes don’t go away very fast.  They were extremely interested in Amadea because she was a female.  I think they wanted to know what she was doing there and how she was so independent.  Anyway, it was a very interesting day.

 

Finally, I’m not going to have the opportunity to meet Dr. Yunus.  Sadly, he is out of the country until the 27th.  I’ll miss him by a couple days.  On another note, there is another American intern here: Will.  Will is a senior at BYU and he’s researching microcredit and staying at the same hotel.  It’s nice to travel in a reasonably sized group.  Tomorrow, we’re heading out into the villages for a few days, so I won’t be able to write until probably Thursday.  More to come!!

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Made it to Dhaka!

I made it Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh!  It's everything you'd imagine it could be and more!!  There are cows in the street, people sleeping in garbage, and commuters riding on the tops of buses!  Bangladesh claims to be the most densely populated nation in the world, and when it comes to population density, it certainly doesn't disappoint… there are people everywhere!!  And, of course, none of them look anything like me!  I was the only American on the plane and I haven't seen a caucasion since the airport.

But let me backup before I keep going on about Dhaka.  I definitely feel a guiding hand over me today, as things went more smoothly than I could have imagined and every possible fear was relieved.  Things went smoothly at the Bangkok airport.  The biggest blessing was that I sat next to a man named Sartar.  He's a business man from Dhaka who makes clothing and owns a grocery store.  He has a business partner in Italy, but I couldn't figure out exactly what he did because he said he didn't want to hassle factories.  Anyway, we talked about international politics and the Bangladesh psyche the entire flight.  I asked him a lot of questions about the airport (as I wasn't sure how to get out of it and find my ride), and he literally walked me through everything!  He was so concerned about me that he went out to find my driver, and if he couldn't find him, he was going to wait for me and send his car to pick me up!!  Well, my driver was there, and he said that Sartar made sure he was there to find me.  So, I was really thankful that I sat by Sartar.  He was so kind and it was interesting conversion.  I'll write more about the Bengali psyche later.

 

Other great things were that my baggage made it through fine!  I was getting a little nervous as it was one of the LAST bags off the plane.  I was concerned about the "que," or the line for immigration, which I have heard nightmares about it taking hours.  I walked right up and waited behind one person.  Immigration gave me no hassles either.  My final concern was that my video equipment would pose a problem (because they don't like journalists here, and I was worried they might think I'm a journalist).  They x-ray everyone's bags before you leave the airport.  Well, I walked up to it and they told me to just walk on by.  I have no idea why.

 

The other eventful moment was when my driver took the short cut to the hotel through the government sector.  We turned the corner and Military Police started running after us.  They saw me in the back of the van and they don't want foreigners in the government area!  So, we had to turn around and go the other way.

 

Otherwise, Dhaka is absolutely crazy.  I've never been to such a dirty, beat up city before.  The sound on the street is just constant horns.  There are rickshaws everywhere, and people actually use them!  They aren't for tourists (like when you see them in the U.S.) because there are no tourists here!!  Everything is just messy!  The road is each man to himself!  I've even seen cows in the streets!!  Well, that's all I've got for today's post.  I'll try to take some photos of Dhaka.  The Internet is slow, but I will try to post.  Thanks for everyone's prayers on this leg of the journey!  They were definitely answered!!

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From Bangkok…

Thai Air is my favorite airline ever!! Probably the nicest airline I've been on. The 17 hour flight went surprisingly quick. I think I fell asleep for a large portion of it, but they have video screen in every seat with remote controls. As a result, you can what ever movie you want whenever you want, and you can play video games like Super Mario Brothers or use an interactive program that teaches you foreign languages. As a result, I had no problem keeping myself entertained. The only reason I couldn't sleep as much as I want is because Thai Air kept feeding me! But that's not a bad thing. I can't say I cared much for the roast duck (yes, they served roast duck as an option). I'm currently in the Thai Air club in Bangkok awaiting my flight to Dhaka, Bangladesh. The Bangkok airport is brand new, I believe it opened last September, so it's really nice. I'll try to post from Bangladesh if the Internet is working there. I'm probably going to try to get to the hotel and go to bed right away because I'm really tired.

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