I left Boston on September 27, 2012 – the day which would have been my father’s 90th birthday. I flew Boston to Paris, overnight, then day flight to Bahrain, a long layover and then another night and morning flight; arriving in Bangkok on September 29th.
I spent the next three months tracing my father’s life through Southeast Asia – from the hills of Laos (where the picture above was taken) to the streets of Ho Chi Minh City where my father often visited before it fell.
I made it to Singapore in time to stand outside Mt. Elizabeth Hospital on the 28th anniversary of his death and then I went into Burma.
It was in Burma that my eyes were opened to what my father saw – because the sad benefit of the years of military rule was that nothing had really changed. In Bangkok, my father’s old haunts were long gone – bull dozed over years before I made it there.
But in Burma it was different. I almost immediately found my father’s old house – it looked much like it did when he lived there. I had the chance to meet Aung San Sui Kyi as well and we shared memories of my father – she had grown up next to him.
I left Burma for Christmas but returned in January 2013 and I was there till April.