"The Birds of Freedom"

The dawn came, tantalisingly splendorous, and thein Chang Rai.
sun lifted itself out of a soft bed of clouds on the
horizon, stretched out it's weary arms and yawned,This travel blog photo's source is TravelPod page:
sending shafts of sunlight that awoke the surroundingCaged birds, Bangkok, Thailand
Thai countryside. Some friends and I had made our"Only for six months!" he said, explaining that a lot of
way by river to a small village near Chiang Rai in theyounger men serve only for short periods, in order
northern interior, set amongst dense hills that wereto abstain from worldly desires and gain some
the eastern edge of the Himalayan belt. From thesespiritual enlightenment. A bond of companionship
lofty heights, we now looked down on the littlequickly developed between us and I was tempted to
hamlet and watched how the sunlight danced on aask,
local child, possibly only eight or nine, who was up"Why do your friends carry about small finches in
early and already demanding money from somethose cages!"
tourists. It was sad to see how he ran beside themHe looked at me with uncomfortable eyes
and tapped the pockets of their imitation khakiand replied,
clothes as they started their elephant trek into the"Because for a few baht, tourists can open the
jungle to meet the supposedly isolated Lahu hilldoors of the cages and let the birds fly to freedom!"
tribes. This part of Thailand seemed to attract thatI looked at him, as some of his
brand of foreigner who regarded challenge as ansupposed righteousness appeared to drain from his
inherent part of life, and I knew that many venturedhalo.
further north to the opium villages of the Golden"But your desire to have money is causing these
Triangle near the town of Mae Sai on the borderlittle birds to endure suffering!" I scowled.
with Burma."No! we have raised the birds from birth" "They are
now old enough to survive on their own and we
The mornings in this part of the world were seldomallow  them to fly away and have their freedom!" he
silent, often an entire orchestra of monkeys andsaid, eager to justify the basis of his Buddhist beliefs.
macaos took turns to play the dawn chorus, but"But if you didn't desire to make money from them,
today the silence was broken by a strange melodicthey would have grown up with no cages!""And
chant coming from the surrounding hillsides. In thereally, isn't this an anology of what is happening
distance above us, we could see a group ofeverywhere in Thailand, the desire for more money
saffron-clad monks marching in single file down the hillin putting all your people in some sort of cages!"
from their monastery. My eyes focused on the"What do you mean?" he irritably replied.
strange procession and I noticed how  some were"Well, the people of Bangkok are caged in pollution,
carrying aluminium begging bowls, others smallthe prostitues of Patpong are caged in diseases and
birdcages and the remainder were clapping theirthe young hill tribesmen here are caged in drug
hands to rythymical beat of the melodic mantra theymanufacture!".
were humming. The hill tribe explorers descendedHe looked again at me, his dark brown eyes slowly
from their elephants and gathered together in ameasured me up and he said,
bewildered group to watch the proceedings in awe."Yes, some of our people are indeed like the birds in
The sound of the chanting appeared in total harmonythe cage, but they wouldn't have survived without
with the surroundings and it gained momentum ashaving the desire for the same money that you say
the monks came closer along the pathway. Theiralso causes their sufferings"
leader moved with a self-assured dignity and his"And if the World Bank gives Thailand more
young countenance bestowed the feeling of an innermoney, we can probably also open the doors of all
sense of peace. The monks represented anothertheir cages, stop HIV, the drug problem and all the
world and were probably the only part of thecars and pollution".
surroundings that had not been sold out to the 
tourist industry. They stopped near our party, happy"So, what exactly will your people have eventually
to accept some rice and a jar of curried mangoesgained from it all!" I queried!
from our supplies. Their leader, Praydoor sat beside"Freedom" he said,
me and explained that the simplistic mantra was"The freedom to become somebody like you and
meant to thank the earth for all its wonderful giftsbe able to fly away to another land and bother the
and to wish for peace and harmony to be bestowedpeople there with your questions!"
upon us. He was happy to converse in English and weLike that he left me, leaving only the memory of our
started chatting about how long he had been a monkconversation to melt way into the mists of time.