Hill Tribe Journal
(Keith)
Here I am after several days of hiking through the northern jungles of
Thailand. The primary purpose of the hike was to see the mountains of
Thailand and the hill tribe people that live in these mountains. The hill
tribe people are farmers and generally hold no specific allegiance to a specific
country. They were migratory (Myanmar, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, and
Southern China), but some have permanently settled in certain areas. Each
tribe has rituals and customs that they have practiced for hundreds of years,
such as wearing white when they are ready to marry, bright embroidered clothing
(Karen), and spirit boxes that are opened when a house member dies (Hmong).
We visited three hill tribe villages (2 Karen and 1 Hmong);
the villages are simple and functional in nature. Cultivating the crops
(their primary source of income and food), tending livestock, and weaving
clothing are central to their daily activities. As we entered each village
we were greeted by a swarm of children, usually the boys; most of the adults
were hard at work, e.g. pounding rice with wooden machines, building new homes,
tending the rice paddies, etc. Another striking feature of the villages is
the ever present pig, dog, water buffalo, and chicken.
The first night we stayed at the home of the village leader; it
was obviously sparse by western standards: no electricity, no running
water, cooking over a fire in the center of the room, simple mats to sleep on,
no heating (and it was very cold . . . ), etc. Our guide (Mr. Green)
cooked our dinner and talked to us about the history and customs of the village
. . . somehow he also procured some rice moonshine from the villagers, after a
drink of it there was no need to brush our teeth that night.
There are some people who feel that visiting these tribes
destroys their culture. We were both torn, but decided to do the trek
anyway. After visiting the villages, I believe that the visits are
acceptable. At each village our guide spoke the tribal language (each has
their own, they do not speak Thai) and treated them with high respect.
These people are poor and health care is sketchy. At each overnight stop
Mr. Green paid for our stay and we each bought water and beer from the
locals; therefore bringing some additional money to the village. As
any culture progresses naturally some of the customs are altered, but often the
good out weighs the changes.
(Lea)
The woman chopped wood while wearing her brightly colored indigo skirt, the same
way her mother, grandmother and great grandmother chopped wood. This was one of
the many sites in my mind from our visit to the Karen hill tribe villages.
Before I add to Keith's thoughts on the Hill tribes, I first
want to talk about the rest of the weekend. In order to get to these hill tribes
we hiked through the mountainous Doi Inthanon park with a trekking group. Over
two days we hiked for hours and hours...and it was not easy hiking. We climbed
up and down extremely steep mountains and I fell on the slopes more than once;
we trudged through water, across canals and through jungle. For a me, who
once shied away from all outdoor activities as a kid, I felt pretty proud of
this accomplishment, especially when Keith, who is an avid hiker, told me this
was a hard hike. Since college I have become a much more outdoor person and I
was rewarded by accomplishing this hike (getting me ready for the two week Nepal
trek!) On the hike was by gorgeous views of Thailand's natural
beauty. Along the way we also rode elephants to get through a steep part of the
hike, Unlike the US and all its precautions, there were no safety belts or helmets
when we rode these elephants. What also made this adventure
fantastic was the group we were trekking with - Sarah and Peter, from Australia,
also on a year RTW and on almost the identical schedule as us for the first 4
months, 4 enthusiastic and friendly Australian girls on their first
overseas trip, another RTW traveler from Israel, a couple from Italy and a
Canadian. It was great to just hang our with this group, especially by the fire
at night, gazing at the most beautiful stars.
Now for the Hill Tribe thoughts. As Keith said, we were torn
about whether visiting hill tribes is the "right thing to do." Some
believe tourism attributes to losing the hill tribe culture. Others believe
tourism has helped bring the government's interest in the hill tribes, which
leads to more schools, health care visits, and helps to teach the tribes to
replace the old slash and burn method of farming (not the Karen tribe who
cultivate rice, but tribes such as the Hmong). After visiting the Hill Tribe
Research museum, and learning there are tours that comply with all hill tribe
rules, register with the TAT (government tourist agency) and pay the tribes, we
decided to take a trek. Once in the villages, I was fascinated. The women husked
the rice through a pounding method, weaved and dyed beautiful traditional
clothing, and chopped wood (still not sure what the men do!). I also felt like
an intruder...the adults basically ignored us though the children loved us.
However, since I learned the tribes willingly accept money for our lodging and
sell us food, I do not feel visiting is wrong as long as people respect their
customs. Keith likened them to the Amish, they know about "modern
life" but choose to continue in their way of life. I came away
privileged to have experienced something so different from life as I know it.
And I also felt very lucky that our guide was Mr. Green. He was extremely
knowledgeable about the tribes (and speaks Thai, Laos, Cambodian, many tribal
languages and English) and was intent on teaching us. He also seemed to really
enjoy himself and you could tell the hill tribes enjoyed his company. Altogether
a pretty amazing weekend.
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