Muddy rivers, mountainous views, villages full of smiling childrent. The longest drives I have ever taken, a constant smell of fish, meals filled with rice shared over tables, a familiar culture spoken in an unfamiliar tongue. These are my memories of Southeast Asia.
I spent three weeks traveling across Cambodia, Myanmar and Thailand volunteering as a photographer for In Better Hands — a non-profit organization that helps trafficked children or children in danger of being trafficked in the area. I visited local churches, villages and safe homes located deep in the mountains and rural areas of the cities. It was one of the most difficult trips I have taken as an adult and one that I will not forget too soon.
I learned about Cambodia, the corruption related to human trafficking, and the poverty that results in children being sold by their parents. I traveled across Myanmar and learned about the ongoing civil war that has been raging in the country for 70 years. I read about the Rohingya refugees that are still under persecution and visited safe homes that used to be war zones a decade ago. I photographed children in safe homes that were lost without names and family as a result of the war. The hardest part of Thailand was witnessing young women that were just like me, working on the streets doing jobs that I could never think of doing. The worst was understanding that the sex and trafficking industry are supported by tourists that come to these areas to enjoy what they think is cheap labor.
During my trip, I experienced a lot of self-doubt. A lot of wondering “How can something like this exist in the world?”. Some days it felt like the injustice was too much to take in and the easier thing to do would be to stay in my room. Yet as a photographer and someone who was raised on that side of the world — I felt a sense of responsibility and duty to share about what goes on outside the comfort of our daily lives.
The things I took away from this trip was to be okay with not being comfortable, and understanding that it will always be a battle working on issues that are easier to ignore. I grew in empathy and listening to people that are from cultures different than mine. I grew in compassion for people that live in places far away and for people that are close to home.
In conclusion, Southeast Asia was beautiful. It is a place that is raw, mysterious, and pure. There were moments where I found great peace walking through the countless pagodas, scouting locations in the countryside and enjoying the hospitality of the locals. There are beautiful places that are yet to be touched western culture or civilization. It is a place where people value simple things — family, food, shelter. A job to provide all the above.
If anything, I am encouraged coming back to North America. People have asked me what I took away from this trip. My answer is — be present, reach out, love people that are different. Read Everybody, Always by Bob Goff. Start where you are. Travel is really understanding that that world is immensely beautiful and broken. It is knowing that your voice matters and making the choice to keep reflecting what is good, beautiful and true.
It’s going to be good.