Recently, I traveled to Thailand and visited a refugee camp on the border between Thailand and Burma (Myanmar). Here is a photo journey through the camp.
Driving on the Death Highway en route to Umphium, you pass through verdant and lush mist-shrouded hills.
Umphium is a spread of thick thatched huts, sprawling, sitting back, waiting.
Framed by plants, a view into the infinite.
Students in the English Immersion Program (blog to come) sing a song.
A family sits in their hut, quietly watching us pass by.
Instead of asphalt and brick, Umphium’s alleys are paved with mud and lined with thatch.
An Umphium debutante passes by, beautiful in her dress and holding an umbrella to ward off the rain.
A young boy squats, voiding himself while looking on the valley below.
A classroom of high school students looks at us demurely as we snap their photo.
The refugee camp is sloppily spread onto the land, peanut butter to the hill’s bread.
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