10.27.2006

Fair Trade Rice in Surin

Halloween is in a couple of days... does anyone of any big plans? We will dress up as dirty wanders and plead with Laos border control to let us into their country anyways. hehe... we really are very dirty though. Today I decided that it is better to wear my shirt inside-out because the outside is just too stained and I refuse to wear one of my pairs of pants to the coop we worked with in Surin. We have already been asked if the washing facility (a large bucket) where we are staying is adequate (just trying to take care of us or a hint... your guess is as good as mine ;).

The next portion of this email is mostly educational and background information if you would prefer to just read about our stay instead of wading through all this information go to the "***" now ;).

Fair Trade:
So for a little background info before I share my thoughts on Surin. This is a good time to explain what I did with my life in Denver the year before we left to travel. I co-coordinated an event that brought together students, farmers, organizations, non-profits, and others interested in the topic of fair trade.

First off I should say that fair trade is not the opposite of free trade. Fair trade works completely within the current free trade, market driven model, though many people who have talked with people who have been affected by free trade agreements tend to be against the affects the model has on many communities. I am not going to touch on free trade in this email as I am not fully educated on the topic and it surely would make this email so long it would be unreadable in one sitting (making the big assumption it isn't already).

Fair trade, however, I know a bit more about. It is the belief that many large companies at the moment are taking advantage of people in less developed countries who have few options other than to enter into contracts and even less bargaining power when setting the details of the contract, resulting in the current situation. Many people are unable to cover their costs at the end of each year and are falling deep into debt.

Businesses around the world who sell fair trade products believe whether or not other governments allow this practice (sometimes they even encourage it) to continue, the producers of the products we consume should have a louder voice. In the fair trade supply chain all the parties involved seek to increase dialogue, transparency, respect, and equality in international trade. This means that prices are raised to insure the producer earns enough money to pay for education, basic health care, and community development, as well as work under safe conditions. It also gives more ownership to the producers through the coop model.

Here (there) in the US individuals can choose whether or not to buy fair trade items. There is a certifying body (TransFair) that stamps each fair trade item with their stamp, similar to the organic certifying method. You can read more about fair trade from the links on the left hand side of our blog.

We came to Surin because two of the rice farmers in this area attended the event I organized and we wanted to meet-up with them here. While we were here we taught a bit a English, learned the necessary Thai, ate tons of Thai food, and had the wonderful opportunity to stay at a fair trade village with an incredible woman who is an outstanding organizer.

Surin 40 years ago:
About 40 years the Thai government started promoting what they called the Green Revolution. The idea was to increase productivity by shifting the focus from producing multiple crops on one plot of land to be used for local consumption to expanding land size, increasing technology, and focusing on cash crops (only producing one crop that has a high market value) meant for export. When Government officials came in and told the farmers that planting... say sugarcane, would make them money because the people in Europe had a sweet tooth and would pay higher prices for it and that with the use of chemical fertilizers they could harvest larger quantities, the numbers added up well and many people switched over to cash crops. This switch has meant that farmers sell everything they produce in order to make money to buy the food they consume. The result was mass deforestation and the wide spread use of chemical fertilizers, in addition to the increase in economic wealth of Thailand.

In the mist of the Green Revolution:
Chemical Fertilizers:
What the farmers didn't calculate was the fact that using chemical fertilizers would deplete the soil quality and each year it would take more and more fertilizer to produce the same output. It soon became clear that the chemicals also had damaging affects on the environment and the farmers health. Within the first 13 years the number of farmer's deaths doubled and the number of people suffering from pesticide poisoning sky rocketed by 8 times what it was before the "Green Revolution". Pesticides have been associated with cancer, genetic mutation, and birth defects. It causes groundwater contamination and does damage to fisheries.

Debt:
As the price of rice fell and the level of investment needed to be made in order to maintain a chemical farm rose the farmers tried to increase productivity through land expansion. With the monetary investment needed for land expansion, increasing amounts of fertilizer and seeds the farmers saw their profits fall and soon had to start borrowing money. Farmers borrow from the BAAC at a rate of 12%. Each March they are expected to pay back their loan in full, though many fail to meet this deadline and fall further in debt. The accumulated debt is over $7 billion dollars and 68% of farmers in the northeastern rice growing region hold a debt that is three times their annual income and clearly getting worse with a 12% interest rate. Before the Green Revolution the farmer's income was very low, now it is negative.

Breakdown of Villages:
As people became desperate village communities began to break down. After the rice growing season family members would more to Bangkok in search of additional employment... driving taxis, manual labor, anything. Through this process there was a loss of indigenous knowledge and an explosion of urban problems as the gap between rich and poor grew. Some farmers even had to 'sell' their daughters when the planting season ends to cover investments and pay off past debts. All this is the result of a government policy which but agricultural production and nation wide economic growth before the livelihoods and culture of its citizens. There was a time when everything a farmer needed could be grown on his/her land but now there is little money left over for food.

A "New" Method:
In the last 5 years people have begun to choose to go back to the traditional methods of farming. Many Famers are deciding to start practicing integrated farming again where they grow multiple crops on their land and increase livestock production. The benefits include: the fact that different plants exploit different soil, livestock serves to control pests and weeds, as well as reducing the risk of production loss due to environmental fluctuations. Additionally, crop residues and animal waste can be converted into marketable products and allow the recycling of nutrients. Example below.

***Surin as an example:
During our stay in Tab Tai Village we had the opportunity to see what an integrated, organic, fair trade, small scale farm functioned like and more importantly the type of life it fostered in the community. Our week in Tab Tai looked like this...

We enter what will become our temporary home for the next week and immediately Pi Kanya (our host) is apologizing in her minimal English for it being too small... she's been to the US - she knows how we live. It was almost embarrassing to reassure her that her one room, cement house, with no furniture besides a few mats (which we slept, ate, and relaxed on) and a small TV (which they watched Thai soap opras on) was just perfect (especially since we didn't know perfect in Thai and English was not an option for communication). We have now traveled long enough to know that a home like this is all a family needs to be happy and to us it was just was perfect as any other house in the world she could have lead us into but she knew it was not what we grew-up in at home... ("..." because that was a side tangent and I have no way of connecting that to my next thought).

The next morning we were woken by the creaking of the door as the family woke to start their day. The next morning Jason and I tried to remember what time it was that they left, but were too dazed to remember if it even really happened. When we finally rolled out of bed at 6:30 the family was already hard to work on their daily chores. Jason and I were soon put to work helping prepare a garden to plant vegetable seeds in. After digging, racking, de-weeding, and poking the ground (these are not the technical terms) we spread manure around the plot. So when Pi Kanya said "manure" I did my best to hold back my "ew" expression (I can really be a girl sometimes) but when she took us over the to pig pen and started shoveling manure into the bucket I decided that pig poo isn't soo bad. It didn't smell bad, it wasn't mushy or dirty. Later we found out this was because Pi Kanya's pigs are healthy pigs whose diet consists of organic rice shells (which they buy at a discount from their coop that sells the shells of the rice (a waste product after the processing of rice) that they and other farmers sell to the coop - it's a big circle), thus their poo doesn't smell and is the perfect organic fertilizer for her vegetable garden. Her family saves 2,000 Baht ($54 - which is a lot of money in Tab Tai) a year by using their organic moo's (moo in the 'rising' tone is the Thai word for pig... it is definitely the cows who moo so I think they got this one backwards) poo instead buying it. If they were to feed the moo's non-organic feed then their poos would be the "ew" type and smell real bad.

In the afternoon we walked around with Pi Kayna and picked out vegetables for the Green (Organic, not cash crops) Market that her and the other farms have set-up as a way to raise awareness about organic rice and bring in additional cash. Most woman leave with a 300- 700 Baht ($8 - $19) profit. The veggies also made an appearance in our dinner. That night we helped with dinner and went to bed soon after the sun went down.

The next day I don't remember when the door creaked either - though I am sure I checked my watch and Jason didn't even move. Around 6:00 we roll out of bed to find out that the first organic moo's meat (pork that is) is up for sale for the other villagers... it won't even make it into Surin. The community tends to keep alot of the food within the community, helping eachother to be more sustainable. The event was monumental, and even though our minimal Thai didn't catch a word they said (probably because they speak Khmer (Cambodian) in the village, a fact we learned later in the day) we could feel the excitement. An organic moo meant that fertilizer would be more cost effective, not to mention that moo's like rice shells so much that, on average, they weight 5-10lbs more than a moo eating leftovers. This is an added profit of 400 - 800 Baht ($10-$22) per moo. Pi Kanya said that with the money they have saved they plan to buy two female moo's to produce baby moo's in order to not have to pay the high price of buying a baby moos from some big moo farm - also increasing their sustainability.

In the afternoon (the sun was really too hot to work) most of the family congregated at the front of the house and talked about life in the village, which we understood none of so we went to read a bit. On the way to our reading spot we saw a chicken help her newly hatched chick start to strut (also not a technical term). The chickens are useful on the farm because they taste good and because they help with the pests that have come back in full force since Pi Kanya has stopped using pesticides. That evening was the same as the first.

The third day was Sunday and many of the farmers spent a larger portion of the day enjoying the company of friends from down the road. In the morning we "taught English" (AKA played red light, green light) to the villages children's group which was started by Pi Kanya's daughter. The club was formed so that traditional wisdom could be passed from the elders in the community to the youth, with a focus of sustainability.

I spent the afternoon making sure the cows didn't eat the banana trees. This is a more important job than you would be led to believe by the title. Those cows are not picky when it comes to green plants and, to no fault of my own, Pi Kanya now has two less banana trees.

When we were walking the cows back to their barn Pi Kanya said to Jason to 'Kin Kao" (which means 'to eat' in Thai) and motioned her arm from him to come. A couple minutes later Jason comes walking up with a cow from the pasture... by Pi Kanya's face we know immediately that wasn't what she meant. Jason's looks at her "Get Cow?". The original intention was for Jason to bring over some of the hay for the cows to eat which lied to his right (Kin Kao)... he brought back the cow which grazed to his left (get cow). Oh we all laughed... some just harder than others.
The next day we found out that Pi Kanya's family gets up sometime between 2:00 and 4:30am depending on the chores that need to be done for the day... though we tried our best the earliest we could muster was 5:30am during our stay. The day was spent taking a bike ride to Pi Kanya's rice field. Her family owns about 6 acres of land. It will take her a couple of weeks to harvest the rice with her husband. Once the rice is cut it will be taken to Rice Fund (this is where we spent the rest of our stay teaching English). Rice Fund is the coop that famers from the region of Surin own. It accepts only Organic or "in conversion" rice for sale domestically and internationally. Rice Fund processes, stores, and boxes all of its own rice. The shells that are left over after processing are sold back to the farmer at a discount for fertilizer and moo (pig remember) feed. Surin Farmer's Support also works very closely with the Rice Fund. It's main objective is to be of support to organic farmers. It also oversees the Green Market and the Kao Hom (Fragrant Rice) shop (where we stayed), which sells the rice and other natural products here in Surin. Currently, the Rice Fund has a large surplus of their rice sitting in their mill, unable to sell it because there is not enough demand for the product in Thailand or abroad.

The rest of the days we spent in Tab Tai were mostly a combination of the first few days... accept for the day I taught Beam (Pi Kanya's 4 year old son) to ride a bike. It was so wonderful to see his face when he saw me walking beside him instead of hanging onto the back holding him up. I was so proud of him (his picture is on the blog).

The farmers in Surin are certified Organic and Fair Trade, though I get the feeling that Organic and Fair Trade is just a way to reach a niche market. I didn't feel like Fair Trade had much of an impact within the community (though if I spoke Thai I might have a different story). What I felt made these communities so strong was that they were self reliant. The market didn't really matter anymore because no matter what they had food on the table at the end of the day. They had the security of being (almost... they would miss their soaps) completely sustainable. It made me questions which one is more important, finding a market to sell your product to in order to make money or the security that comes with sustainability - or if they both have their own roles....

Now that our stint on the farm is done, we are back in Surin with really nothing else to report. Which is a good thing because I am sure no one is reading any longer ;). That's okay it helps me to process it all.

Tomorrow we will cross into Laos at Chong Mek and explore the backroads of Laos for the next month. We will spend a day or two in places like Si Phan Don, Champasak, Sam Neua, Luang Prabang, and Muang Sing... if you are following us in your atlas' at all.

Much love to everyone who is still around to hear it!


Bangkok:

Grandfather in Tab Tai Village:


Surin:

10.26.2006

Khao Yai National Park Adventure

Khao Yai:

10.25.2006

The Basics of Learning Thai

We just finished working with a rice co-op here teaching English... though they are way to busy to learn English so we ended up teaching ourselves Thai... I know Hello! Though I often get flustered when I have to use it and say Thanks! instead... I aim to please. It is quite a difficult language to learn. They speak with tones so a word that is spelt the same but said with a higher tone is a completely different word than one said with a lower tone. It would seem that it wouldn't really make that much of a difference if you said a rising tone word in a high tone voice but really it means that NO ONE will understand you. For instance 'glai' said in a falling tone (that's right f-a-l-l-i-n-g) means near, however if you say it in a flat tone (how I would prefer to always talk) it means far... I don't think I am going to get anywhere (I mean this in quite a literal sense of the word) with a language like this.

Anyways we teach no English but we eat A LOT of Thai food. They have these great outdoor markets that offer all the food you can eat at about $0.50 a dish... it's beautiful. My favorite though is their sweets... they do them right. I have found this wonderful banana bread (if you didn't know this is my personal absolute favorite) that is like my moms but better (though that's not what I tell her). Ummmm! So I am putting on the weight that I lost on my "India" diet.

We decided to leave our co-op gig a bit early since we are clearly not teaching, nor learning, any languages and head to Angkor Wat in Cambodia. Fun Fun! Okay I am going to go eat... they have this great popcorn that is covered in something I can't translate but wish I could recreate when I can home...

10.02.2006

Great Women

My Great Grandmother recently passed away at the age of 94, following her husband, my greatgrandfather, one year after his death at age 103. She lived a very fulling life and suffered very little in her late age having to cope only with poor hearing. They both were very strong people who I admire very much. Both knew it was their time to go and pasted on in their sleep with loved ones near-by. My only wish is that I could have been there to celebrate her life with my family.

The picture is of my cousins (minus the Cinci Boucher children) and I:



Another important woman in my life is my Aunt Arlene, who has just been told that she has pancreas cancer and that it is in the advanced stages. Her family is very strong and are working to cope with the realities of her situation, though miracles are possible and there is no reason to think that one can't happen in this situation, like I said she is a very stong woman. Your thoughts and prayers and appreciated.

Arlene with my Grandma Hart:

Final Good-Byes to India

We time in India is up and it is time to move on to Thailand! We spent everyday of a full 5 months experiencing:

• Countless Religious Temples visited: Hindu, Jain, Sikh, Muslim, Tibetan
• Temp: Low 35, High 120
• Weight loss: 25lbs each
• Cities Visited: 71
• Avg Daily Spend: $18.82 together
• Avg Hotel: $4 together, Avg Meal $1 each
• Days Spent: 157
• Languages heard: Hindi, Nepali, Urdu, Ladakhi, Punjabi, Tibetan
• Times through Delhi: 6
• Number of time taken transport between 6 and 24hrs in length: 37, all in private buses and only twice in a train car with air-con

Our Route (there is a southern part of India that is not on this map:

A Foreshadow of India in 2025

India's Children and Education:


Child Labor Statistics:

  • There are 80-115 million child laborers in India, the highest in world
  • The worlds most dangerous countries for children are: Sudan, Uganda, Congo, Iraq, Somalia, and India
  • 9.8 million children (age 5-14) work economic activities and another 6.6mil work in households
  • Even though Child labour is illegal in India, there have been only 91 violations of children working in hazardous conditions

Children's Education:

  • Most children who finish government primary school are incapable of simple arithmetic and less than half of the teachers on payroll were there and teaching
  • 40% of Indians under age 30 don't know what year they gained independence
  • The literacy rate is 64% men, 45% women

Health in India:

Health:

  • There are only 5 countries in the world where a lower porportion spent on health comes form the government. Just 21% compared to USA 45%, proportion of India's GDP spent on health is 0.9%
  • Between 1999 and 2003 the number of children were fully immunised from childhood diseases dropped from 52% to 45%
  • 65% of indians are under the age of 35
  • After South Africa, India has the most HIV-positive cases in the world, in 2005 there were 5.1 million reported cases
  • 986 army personal on boarder have AIDS

Children's Health:

  • 1.2 mil child starve each year, there are 43,000 babies born daily.
  • 47% of children are malnourished, which is double the percent of malnourished children in Sub-Siberian Africa
  • In 2006 India received $300 million in World Bank grants for child development and to provide nutrition and health services to children under 6 years despite the fact a World Bank study showed this program has made no improvements over the last 30 years. Some would say the system is corrupt because India's growth rate is 9% and they consistently have a food grain surplus.
  • Half of India's children under age 6 are under nourished

Where have all the Women Gone?

How do I start the process of trying to describe to you what the majority of Indian women face in their daily lives. I didn't have any personal conversations with an Indian woman, in fact I rarely came into contact with an Indian woman. To me an Indian woman is a colorful, mysterious human whom I see caring for small children on a packed cattle car (what could be most closely translated as a 'bus' or 'train' in English) or hard at work carrying rocks on their heads at a construction site. I did not see women work unless it was at hard labor jobs... they did not work in stores, they, largely, were not waitresses, they were not vendors, there were little to no situations for us to have any interaction with an Indian woman. Maybe because only 45% of Indian's women are literate (compared to 64% of men) so there were less who could speak English to communicate with me, maybe because there are not enough jobs for men and women so the men work and the women stay home with the children, maybe it is less common for women to talk to strangers in general... I do not know. Their stories only came alive to me in the newspapers. The newspapers say the male to female ratio is 910 women to every 100 men, and falling. India had a population of 1.027 billion people in 2001, and rising. This would mean a shortfall of almost 93,500,000 women... let me say that another way to make sure everyone realizes just how many women that is... 93 and a half million women are missing from India.

Where have all these women gone and what about a society creates such a deficit of women? In India the answer to this question is not a secret. The government doesn't seem to be hiding anything. If the numbers are skewed it is most likely because the incident is such a societal norm that the victim either didn't think to report the crime or didn't think anything would come of it if they did. Each day the newspaper told me stories of the injustices the women of India face and examples of why there are far fewer women than men.

Dowry:
The dowry in India's society was used as a means to distribute wealth between male and female children. Male children received non-moveable wealth (home, business, land, etc) while women received the move-able wealth, a.k.a. money. In India the dowry is given by a female's parents to her parents-in-law at her wedding and throughout her life. Arranged marriages are still very common (you can read want ads in their daily papers) and the main considerations parents look for in a suitable mate for their offspring is what caste they are in and how much the brides family is able to pay in dowry (the consequences of not paying enough is below). Because of this male babies are seen as assets and female babies a financial burden which leads to the abortion of female fetuses, discussed below.

Wife Burnings:
Indian police say they received more than 7,026 reports of bride-burning in 2005. It is believed that for every reported case 250 go unreported - that is 1,756,500... almost 2 million a year. Of the ones reported less than 10% of the cases are pursued through the legal system. According to the Rajasthan Police Annual Report 1999, dowry deaths between 1997 and 1999 increased by 24.43%, getting worse, not better. During our stay in India we read about multiple wife burnings. Reasons we saw given for the burnings was the failure of the wife’s family to provide what is seen as a large enough dowry, the wife's family falling behind on dowry payments, the desire of the husband to rid himself of his wife without dishonoring himself (through divorce of course... murder is much less dishonoring than divorce... right?), or the failure of the wife to produce a male child (which, if I remember my high school biology correctly, the male sperm decides the sex of a baby). The burning of brides started in the late 20th century... it is not an ancient tradition.

Bride Burning Claims Hundreds in India - http://www.cnn.com/WORLD/9608/18/bride.burn/

Abortion:
Another reason (most likely the main one) why there are fewer woman than men in India is the high abortion rates of female fetuses. Although it is illegal in India to check the sex of an unborn child there are still many cases of parents bribing doctors to abort female babies. While we were in India we read a newspaper article about an abandoned water well that was discovered containing hundreds of aborted female fetuses. One of the reasons given for aborting a child is the large dowries a family must pay for their daughter to be married, leading low income families to financial hardship. The sex ratio is so low in some regions due to the abortion of female fetuses that women are 'imported' from other regions (and Nepal) and shared amongst brothers.

Indian Child - http://www.indianchild.com/abortion_infanticide_foeticide_india.htm


What it feels like:

While in India I was treated like a possession. Jason was expected to make all of our decisions and to be the sole breadwinner and money handler. At dinner they expected Jason to order for me and if for some reason my dish was unavailable they would ask him what I would like instead. They asked him my name, with me standing next to him. They would carry on a conversation with him without saying a word to me and then ask him if they could take my picture. The men weren't trying to be disrespectful to me... they are just raised to be disrespectful of women in general. There was no point in getting mad at them (though it was terribly hard to stop myself) because they didn't understand how they had offended or wronged me.


I think the situation was magnified in our situation because we were traveling together. If you were a male traveling alone you would never notice anything was wrong and if you were a female traveling alone they would have to interact with you or not and you would never know the difference. Only traveling in a male-female pair would you be able to feel the inequality. Poor Jason couldn't win. At the end of some days I would feel so dejected and hurt... with part of the anger directed at him. "How could you let them treat me that way? How are you any different than me?" But what is it that he can do?


India started the process of teaching me how to control my anger and how to think through what I want to say to maximize its effectiveness in each situation. Though I have to admit being the recipient of such directed oppression is quite an eyeopener to what it actually feels like. We can all say we are not sexist or racist or whatever... but very few of us (including me) will actually know what it feels like to betruly oppressed (how degrading and humiliating it is) and in all the ways that it shows itself that we would not even think about. It made me feel that this type of oppression can not be present in our society, even in the slightest form.... now the only questions is what to do about it.

Ladakhi Culture and the Himalayas

Since our last posting we have been keeping busy exploring the beautiful serenity of the Indian Himalayas for a month and a half until we had to make our way back for one last round of Delhi chaos before catching our flight to Thailand (whose government was just overthrown by, what ended up to be, a peaceful military coup).

Most of our time in the Himalayas was spent in the region of Ladakh. The area is largely Buddhist, mostly above tree line, and isolated from the rest of India 9 months out of the year. Some remote villages are still only accessible by footpaths (A.K.A. no roads). During our stay, we had the privilege of taking a 10 day trek to visit some of these peaceful communities hidden by 20,000 ft tall mountains. The trek gave us a glimpse into the daily lives of the villagers, which is very similar to what it was a century ago. What we learned from the villages changed our definition of community.

Our government would consider the people of Ladakh to be among the poorest in the world as they make less than a dollar a day. In fact, these people are so "poor" that they are completely sustainable, not having to rely on currency at all (though the idea of wealth as money is slowing being introduced into some communities and becoming more popular among younger generations who want to become more "rich"). Whole communities live in the barren high desert (a desert above tree line) valleys of the Himalayas producing all the food and clothing they need to survive; working together to build homes and keeping each other company in the freezing winter months; having no waste or environmental degradation because they never take more than they need; they are completely sustainable.

This way of life has created communities so close that the line between community and family has become blurred. Each spring the harvest dates of families crops are staggered to allow time for neighbors to help each other harvest the barley. Through this method, whole communities can work together at a leisurely pace to make sure that the village, as a collective unit, has enough food to last through the winter. Working together goes beyond just the fields and into almost every aspect a life. New homes are built by the community. Life events such as birth, marriage, and death are as much a part of the old woman down the street's life as it is immediate families. It made me think how great it would be to be able to rely on a neighbor like a family member and how much more fulfilling life would be if everything I went through was the burden or celebration of everyone around me.

To a certain degree this same mentality of "brotherhood" and "extended family" was an aspect of every culture we traveled through in India. In the Sikh religion (a religion similar to Hinduism) all males change their last name to Singh and become "brothers". It is common for Muslim, Hindu, and Buddhist extended families to share one home. A Muslim family we stayed with in Kashmir lived in a home where three generations lived (grandmother and grandfather, two of their sons, their sons wives, and all their grandchildren). The family atmosphere made me long for the same kind of support and guidance for my future children.

Even Delhi showed hints at a community... one where a man would do anything for a fellow friend. Which can be demonstrated by a story that happened to us as we arrived in Delhi this last time... we were getting a ride from a rickshaw (three wheeled small cart of a taxi) from the train station to our hotel when we heard a small thump on the side of the rickshaw. Moments later a man ran up to our driver forcing him to stop and grabbing him by the shirt shaking and yelling at him for hitting his friend (who maybe had a bump but surely was not hurt worse). Apparently (our only interpretation was the angry look on the man's face and our drivers reluctance to get out of the rickshaw) the man was so upset by our driver accidentally hitting his friend that he took it upon himself to let the driver know just how upset he was. That's some camaraderie that we have seen multiple times throughout mainland India.

These aspects of India, as well as some events that have occurred in my life over the last two weeks has really made we realize just how precious life is and how important it is to really support those you love. It made me want to be geographically closer to those close to me where I am in a better spot to be of support...

Now to a less mushy topic... Delhi. It seems India has taught us a bit of how to defend for ourselves because our last trip to Delhi was almost enjoyable and I think I might even miss the challenge a bit. On the 30th of September we flew into Bangkok's three day old airport (surprisingly everything went really smoothly, though the flight was empty - it appears others thought ahead about this major move and made plans accordingly...). Though Thailand is now ruled by a military coup we are a bit disappointed because we have yet to see a military officer or even a policeman. I guess all-in-all this is good for our travel plans but a bit disconcerting that the Thai people showed so little opposition to the military overthrowing their democratically elected Prime Minister... we will report more later because if I wrote more now I would be talking of ignorance ;).

Thailand so far has been a breeze to navigate compared to India and we feel as if we are back in a U.S. city (a week in and we have yet to see a cow!). For the first month here we will be spending time in the rice farming community of Surin (near where Cambodia, Laos, and Thailand meet) working with and learning from a fair trade rice co-op here. We look forward to learning more about how fair trade has affected the lives of the farmers and what daily life is like on a rice farm! We will hang out for a month or so before heading on to Cambodia...

A picture of Jason and I on our co-birthday (the 8th) because both of our birthdays was spent on a terribly cramped 8 hr bus ride. To celebrate we climbed a pass to look at India's tallest mountains (24,000ft - almost twice the hieght of CO's mountains) eye to eye.



Ladakh:


Spiti:


Kinnaur:


Shimla:

Roof of the World

Well, we're back on the road again after spending a fantastic month in McLeod Ganj (home of HH the 14th Dalai Lama as well as the Tibetan gov't and culture in exile). While there, we tried to learn as much about the Tibetan culture as possible. Through all the activities we become imvolved with, we gained many friends and benefited from the genuine happiness, compassion, kindness, and unique world view of the Tibetan people. They challenged us daily, and we are so glad that we were able to stop and get to meet so many great people. Their unique kindness is really beyond words and one that we hope to emulate in many ways.

Their culture is under attack and at risk of being lost forever, and the people continue to face unimaginable torture, oppression, and countless other hardships. Their relatively small population (6 million) and China's enormous economic clout makes the Tibetans heavily reliant upon the outside world to act to diminish their suffering. Right now they are being completely ignored. To learn more about the history of Tibet, go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tibet. For the Tibetan side of current events and history, go to http://www.tibet.org/News/.

So we've left our temporary home and are back to wandering around the mountains of India. We will be spending our last month in this fascinating country (depart 30 Sept for Thailand) in some of the highest mountains in the world. Over this last month, we hope to continue learning about the Tibetan culture, visit ancient monasteries, as well as do some serious hiking (hopefully as many as ten days). Jason says it will be the highlight of his life... I remind him that I am ;). We'll be spending most of our time in a region called Ladakh, which supposedly has the most traditional Tibetan culture outside of Tibet (and some would argue the world) as well as some of the world's highest mountains (K2 - the second highest mountian - is just outside it's border). Tomorrow we begin this final leg by traveling the world's second highest road at 17,582 feet (we also hope to go over the highest road before leaving India). Onward!