TANAKA

September 2012 Back to south east Asia after a 7 month trip in New Zealand. I settle down at the Thai-Birman border in the little village of Mae Sot. As usual for travelers who wanna stay longer I do visa runs every two weeks. In other word every 12 days when my previous visa expire I go (by bike) to Myawaddy the first birman village after the  customs. Over there I often to the market where I used to buy some cheap cigarette (cheaper than Thai one but much better), drink a Birman tea and come back to the Thai customs were I can got an other 2 weeks visa for free. Usually it takes me few hours, the border itself is not that interesting and appart from what I need shopping in those kind of between-countrys markets is not my fave things to do. But this particular day I meet a Birman man with a great smile while I was taking my tea in one of the very simple cafe at the border. Few wooden boards under a roof and few table to sit was large enough to have what you can call a cafe in south east Asia. This Young Birmese  offers to show me few things around and as I like the personality of the man I accept. My bike was park at the Thai side of the border so I jump in his "Taxi". A 3 wheel bicycle with a sit in the front. We went together in various places, a nearby temple with a huge crocodile statue and a shantytown surround by mud (We were walking in brown water and I was bare foot every day of the year back in this time). In this place he ask me not to take pictures because of the politic of the country. Latter we stop at a small empty restaurant were we eat some rice biryanie and drank some Birman beers. In the entrance came a young kid with some tanaka on his face. I ask if I could take a picture of him and after few shot I got this portrait of him.
September 2012 Back to south east Asia after a 7 month trip in New Zealand. I settle down at the Thai-Birman border in the little village of Mae Sot. As usual for travelers who wanna stay longer I do visa runs every two weeks. In other word every 12 days when my previous visa expire I go (by bike) to Myawaddy the first Birman village after the customs. Over there I often pass by the market where I use to buy some cheap cigarette (cheaper than Thai one but much better), drink a Birman tea and come back to the Thai customs were I can have an other 2 weeks visa for free. Usually it takes me few hours, the border itself is not that interesting and apart from what I need, shopping in those kind of between-country markets is not my fave things to do. But this particular day I meet a Birman man with a great smile while I was taking my tea in one of the very simple cafe at the border. Few wooden boards under a roof and few table to sit was large enough to have what you can call a cafe in south east Asia. This Young Birmese offers to show me few things around and as I like the personality of the man I accept. My bike was park at the Thai side of the border so I jump in his « Taxi ». A 3 wheel bicycle with a sit in the front. We went together in various places, a nearby temple with a huge crocodile statue and a shantytown surround by mud (We were walking in brown water and I was bare foot every day of the year back in this time). In this place he ask me not to take pictures because of the politic of the country. Latter we stop at a small empty restaurant were we ate some rice biryanie and drank some Birman beers. In the entrance came a young kid with some tanaka on his face. I ask if I could take a picture of him and after few shot I got this portrait of him.

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