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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Myanmar


Sunday was a day long awaited for me.  I've been wanting to go to Myanmar for years - since college in fact, but one thing after another and every time I went to Asia, there were problems in Myanmar that made it impossible for me to go.  So, I guess I wasn't surprised that I couldn't really even sleep on Saturday night.  We had to get up around 4:30 so we could get in a cab for 5 and make it to the airport for our early morning flight.

A few months ago, through some googling on-line, I was connected with a woman who connected me with another woman who has learned a lot about Ann and Adoniram Judson and she's started a touring company based on their lives.  I hired her for $30 to give us a tour around the city and it was great.  She arranged for the car and all and met us at the airport in the morning.  

As we drove out of the airport and towards the city center I was actually pleasantly surprised at how beautiful and tidy things were.  Below are pictures around one of the large lakes in Yangon with these beautiful walkways and greenery all around the lake.  I later found out that all the greenery going into the city center was only 6 months old as it had all been added to spruce things up for when Hillary and Obama came to town.  Rachael, our guide, does think that they will continue to care for and tend to all the beautification that they did.


Our first stop going into the city was the Shwe Dagon Pagoda.  This is a pagoda thats about 2500 years old.  When the Judson's started their work in Myanmar, they started with a little booth/house right on the road going up to the pagoda.  Adoniram would teach the Bible as the people went up to pray at the pagoda and within about 6 months they actually had seen their first convert who would come everyday to hear the Word and ask questions.


This is Burmese writing on the walkway going into the Pagoda.


And inside the Pagoda.  There are booths all over inside that people build and then put their names on and upkeep.  People will walk around and then just chose a booth to worship in.



This is Rachael and Rachel... :) 




If you notice the yellow "paint" on the small boys faces.... Its actually a tree that they take the bark, grind it up and mix it with water and then put it on their faces as sunscreen.  Its crazy though as people will do all kinds of painting on their faces and I don't even see how it acts as sunscreen when it only covers a part of your face?

There are these big bells on all the corners of the pagoda and when you do a good work, you go up to the bell and hit it three of four times with the big stick.  People are then supposed to yell a response of congratulations to you that you did something good.   Depending on what you did dictates how many times you hit the bell.  Kind of completely opposite of what we're supposed to do as Christians - it kind of made me laugh to think how sometimes we do have our own "bell" :)



Around the large temple in the center, there are 8 pedestals, one for each day of the week, and then Wednesday is actually two days (I don't know why, but it is).  When you come to worship, you're supposed to go to the booth that is the day of the week that you were born on and you make an offering there. 








 







Before you enter the pagoda, you have to leave your shoes outside so all you see are barefeet everywhere.  AND, skirts -- everywhere -- the men still wear the traditional skirts that they wore hundered of years ago.



The little glass kiosk thing in front of the monk is a booth where they sell these little leaflets of gold, about an inch in diameter.  You can buy those leafs and then apply it to various areas in the pagoda as a good work. 

Back outside the Pagoda.

In our cab driving towards the river front, you can see Sule Pagoda in the distance.  The water used to come up right to the Sule Pagoda when the Judsons first came in the 1800s and this was the first site that they saw from their ship.

This is the jetty that the Judsons came to in the 1800s.  According to Rachael, our guide, its the same jetty that they came to (I'm sure it has changed slightly.... :)).




Back in the town looking at the Sule Pagoda, with the Muslim mosque in the background, while we stand in front of the First Baptist Church, across from the Catholic Church :) 


The capital building of Myanmar. 


U naw Baptist Church named after the first convert in Myanmar, U naw (can't remember the rest of his name and I gave my Judson biography to Rachel so I can't look it up :))


Thought I'd throw this in for those of you who are job hunting.... Theres a position available downtown Yangon!..... :)  I know its for a "sale assistant", but not sure what the details are.....


In the market.






I don't want to know what they're selling the cute little puppies for.... :(



The old railway station by the market.  Its such a beautiful building its a shame.  Rachael said there are so many beautiful old buildings but the government just doesn't know how to keep them up.


This ones for my brother.... its Aung San Suu Kyi's compound, the leader of the National League for Democracy.  This is where she was under house arrest for 15 years.  


We needed to eat so we stopped at Sai's Tacos.  Its a restaurant thats the woman who connected me with Rachael owns.  Its part of an outreach they have.  They're from Texas and so the food was actually really good even though it was some Burmese people that made it.  They're from the Shan tribe in Burma and its the people group that the Texas people are working with.


Rachael is at the end in the purple, she was our tour guide.  She's from the Karen tribe of people in Burma.  Sara from Texas is by me.

These were our waiters and the restaurant manager, again from the Shan tribe. 

This is the restaurant on the outside - it was actually really pretty and well done.


Our last stop was the Judson Church that was founded in the early 1900s for Adoniram Judson.





Driving back from to the airport after our fun-filled, site-packed day.


Racheal our guide and our taxi driver for the day (notice his skirt :))

At the airport.


The next day, Monday, I needed to go back to Rahan Ministry in Patpong.  Patpong is the "red light" area.



 Patpong.  Looks calm and peaceful in the morning.

This is Patpong in the afternoon, the booths are being set up for evening business.  They put all these touristy, cheap crappy souvenir booths all up and down the area so that people will come in and look and then they see all the other stuff and get drawn into the bars and dance clubs.


 At Rahab.  This is the jewelry shop where the women are hired to make jewelry.



I had the opportunity to be there during a time when they were doing one of their Bible studies during their break.  It was cool to see these women, some of them whose stories I had just been told about.

And then I had to share this.  One the way out, we were waiting for the elevator and I started reading my friend's son's shirt and I had to double take.....


I looked at my friend with this look on my face and then she started dying laughing and said when her mom had come, they had found the shirt at this store that was like Wal-Mart.  Such a kid-friendly shirt?.....

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

I'm Coming

I left my hotel at 4:30 a.m. this morning. I just boarded my flight here in Bangkok at 6:30 a.m. We leave at 7:10 a.m. which means that by the time you read this (if you do so in the early Chicago morning) 20 minutes will have passed and I'll be home in Chicago....:).

At least that's what I'm thinking!

See you at 7:30 a.m. Windy City!

Monday, December 10, 2012

Last Day In Bangkok

It's my last day in Bangkok and I'm trying to remember everything that I need to get and do.

Yesterday we went to Myanmar and just toured around with a Karen (a people group in Myanmar) lady who showed us all the sites from the Judsons history (Adoniram and Ann). It's funny because I read one of the famous Judson biographies before I left and I don't thing Yangon has changed much since the early 1800s when the Judsons first got there. I'll post pictures later.

We also got to meet a worker there who's with my denomination. It was so neat how God connected us before I even left home. I didn't even know she was with our denomination until yesterday!:)

Today, I just finished going to Rahab Ministry in Patpong to pick up all the jewelry we ordered. The woman, Sarah, who runs the ministry was there so she showed me the presentation about the ministry which was so cool and sad at the same time. Prostitution is actually illegal in Bangkok, believe it or not, but is so prevalent. These clubs "hire" women as "dancers" and that's how they get around the prostitution thing. And sadly, most of the girls who come and start doing it are sent by their families because they want them to earn a lot of money and send it to them. A lot if the women come as well because of debt and they can earn more money doing this than anything else. They're paid more than minimum wage as prostitutes. Here's the really sad thing, the average woman who dances can have a man come in and pay 500 baht for her for the evening. 500 baht is about 16 US dollars. Can you imagine being worth 16 dollars?! A lot of the men who buy them are westerners (I hate that about Bangkok where you see these disgusting old men walking around with a young girl). But it's quite typical for Japanese companies to reward good work with their men employees by sending them on a 6 day holiday to Bangkok and buy them women. Also, a lot of Thai men will bring their sons to the clubs and buy them a prostitute as a "rite of passage".

Sarah also said that it's very common for Thai men to frequent the brothels and it's something that's just expected or done in a marriage.

Rahab does this awesome outreach with these "dance clubs" where they actually go in and just befriend the women to tell them about Jesus and that He has a plan and a value for their lives. The ones who come to Christ have an opportunity to work at Rahab making jewelry or other things, they're paid just above minimum wage and many of them are also living in a home owned by Rahab M.

It was so great to meet some of these women and learn their stories.

I'm actually getting a pedicure now:). Ah! And then I go back to the hotel to meet back up with my friends who are bringing my three bags back to me so I can pack for tomorrow's flight home.

Pray that I can sleep in that long, almost 13 hour flight back. I get back at 7:30 a.m. On Tuesday and I plan on working from home so I'll need some shut eye as I'll go through the day without sleeping. Back to Chicago time!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Friday Here - Thursday There...

So I got to the hotel last night around 2am and checked in quickly and with ease:). No crowds or lines. Got to the room, changed, brushed fuzzy teeth and then started turning out lights, but got stuck on the ceiling lights by the door. I flipped every visible switch and then switched them some more and then just stood in the middle of the room saying "I wanna go to bed - think like I light!". I ended up having to have someone come up and then led me to a little panel of switches on the wall on the far side if the bed as far away from the lights as you could possibly get. It was nice to assure myself that I wasn't so tired that I'd lost my mind!

The alarm was set for 7am and I only hit snooze once as I'd planned. Showered quick and didn't do much as I'm familiar with the humidity in Thailand. Went down to the freeby breakfast with bad coffee and weird things like Chinese dumplings and miso soup. Found the fruit and toast and felt filled enough to face the day. My friend met me at the hotel and we then trooped over to the Myanmar embassy with her little girl in tow. The embassy opened at 9 and we got there 8:30ish and faced a long line already. This tiny room area and people shoving to get in and get visas. I told Rach that I felt like we were trying to get the last flight out of Nam... Ahhh. Finally got up to the window, we had already prepared our applications and copies and pictures and all so they took our forms and then gave us a number. We sat and waited another 15 minutes and then our number was called and we went up and turned everything in and paid and were told to come back at 3:30 to pick our visas up.

We roamed around for the afternoon hitting the Starbucks for some decent coffee and then going to Rahab Bazaar to pick up jewelry. We were able to meet a lot of the women, but well be going back on Monday to finish things up and the English speaking lady will be there then so I'm hoping well get a little bit of a tour and talk about the outreach there.

We went back to the embassy at 3:30. The lines were even worse now, but when we finally got to the window I was impressed because our passports and visas were ready, no wait. I know in the states we would have taken a number and waited longer. I am horrified that they put my passport picture on the visa... The one I took looked like I had killed someone and was being sent away- ugh!

Tomorrow it's a rest day - yay!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Phew!

After 12 hours and 30 minutes to Tokyo, a 2 hour wait at Narita (and some delicious prawn udon as after my last international flight food poisoining incident I've sworn never to eat on a flight again) an hour wait on the runway, a 7 hour 1 minute flight (of which I surprisingly slept about 6 hours of -I NEVER fall asleep on long flights..) I've finally landed at 12:30 a.m. In the 90 degree evening heat of Bangkok! Made it through passport control pretty quickly and my bags came right out. I'm now sitting in a taxi listening to my Thai driver prattle on about something. I think he's mocking my bags because I told him I'd only be here 4 days yet he just threw his back out trying to lift Big Blue. Poor guy - I tried to help but he wouldn't let me.

Tomorrow is an 8am morning to get over to the Myanmar Embassy. Ah - what I'll do for an adventure:)