HIMALAYAN PORTER

Already high in the middle of the himalaya while trekking around the Annapurna's peaks. On the road, sometimes while climbing a steep slope, a flip flop is laying on the flor. Single, durty and old, it was abandonne here long time ago by who knows who. Few days latter the answer to the question went obvious. We came across a groupe of  porter. Climbing slope at their own rate. For them to stop is unthinkable. They do rest time by time on the border of the road but only when the design of the road permit it. There is not way to stop in a narrow path of the muddy trail you came across most of the time, especialy when there is stairs. Looking at there feet I realise they were the one wearing plastic shoes and flip flop where most of the trekker used to wear montaing shoes, hight and solid. Suddenly a vision came to me. The struggle of a porter carrying his 100 of kilos of unnessesary things tourist may need at the top, struggleling with the steep slope and the stair and loosing one shoes in the mudd, comdamne to keep going with a bare foot. He never went back to take it. Own courageous a person must be to do that. Since that day I never look at a porter the same way
This picture was taken somewhere, deep in Nepal, already high in the middle of the Himalaya while trekking around the Annapurna’s peaks! Few time during the trek I spot flip-flops laying down, dead, on the ground ! Single, dirty and old, it was abandoned here, on a sleep slop, long time ago, by who knows who. Few days latter the answer to the question went obvious. We came across a group of porter. They were climbing slope at their own rate. For them to stop is unthinkable. They do rest, time by time on the border of the road but only when the design of the road permit it. There is not way to stop in a narrow path of the muddy trail you came across most of the time in the Himalaya, especially when there is stairs. Looking at their feet I realize they were the one wearing plastic shoes and flip flop when most of the time, trekkers used to wear mountain shoes, high and solid. Suddenly a vision came to me. The struggle of a porter carrying his 100 of kilos of unnecessary things tourist may need at the top, struggling with the steep slopes and the stairs, loosing one shoes in the mud, condemned to keep going with a bare foot. He never went back to take it. How courageous a person must be to do that. Since that day I never look at a porter the same way.

LA CAGE

Mae Sot, little thai village at the Mayanmar border. Over there on the other side, Myawaddy, first Burmese village. Strange border, cross point of visa runner and refugees! On the way to my guest house, in one of the loony streets of the town, there is this place, a cage. Here burmese refugees catch by the Thai police because they have no papers are waiting to be send back to the contry they just flee. Without  legal right to stay anywhere, those people are constantly between life and death. The thai police have to send them back and , back to burma no one knows what will happen to them. Some time those people never really get back to their contry. Storys of boat full of refugees rescued while drifting oversee claim they have been left for dead on the boat in the middle of the ocean. Sad but true there is no word to discribe the situation of the Burmese refugees. Persecuted wherever they go, from the Bungladesh border where they are no longer accepted to the Thai border, from the North of their own contry to the very south. This picture, is here to remind things like that existe.  Good luck guys
Mae Sot, little thai village at the Mayanmar border. Over there on the other side, Myawaddy, first Burmese village. Strange border, cross point of visa runner and refugees!
On the way to my guest house, in one of the loony streets of the town, there is this place, a cage. Here burmese refugees catch by the Thai police because they have no papers are waiting to be send back to the contry they just flee. Without legal right to stay anywhere, those people are constantly between life and death. The thai police have to send them back and , back to burma no one knows what will happen to them. Some time those people never really get back to their contry. Storys of boat full of refugees rescued while drifting oversee claim they have been left for dead on the boat in the middle of the ocean. Sad but true there is no word to discribe the situation of the Burmese refugees. Persecuted wherever they go, from the Bungladesh border where they are no longer accepted to the Thai border, from the North of their own contry to the very south. This picture, is here to remind things like that existe.
Good luck guys