A Boom At The Border

April 18, Asia Times Online
A boom at the border – William Sparrow

The struggles Myanmar has weathered in recent decades have led to a sharp
rise in the number of women opting to work in the sex industry to escape
poverty. Once confined to a small domestic market, the sex trade is now
opening to an emerging tourist market. This trend is particularly
noticeable in towns straddling the sometimes rough-and-tumble border
region with Thailand. What follows is an account of an encounter with
prostitution in one such town.

While famously common in many parts of Asia, in Myanmar dens of
prostitution were comparatively rare just a decade ago. But extreme
poverty and lack of work has led more young women to the sex trade - in
karaoke bars, massage parlors, nightclubs and restaurants.

The military junta has mismanaged the country for decades. Coupled with
botched governance, crippling sanctions imposed on Myanmar by the
international community have hit hard. The regime's constant promises of
democratic reform never materialize and the salient lack of progress has
drawn anger and further sanctions from the United Nations and other world
bodies.

In 1996, the military ditched socialism for a market economy. With
socialism banished, entrepreneurship, opportunism and individualism
naturally took hold. In one of the world's poorest nations, prostitution
boomed.

In Myanmar civil servants, police officers and average workers make some
20,000 kyats (about US$17) per month. Many struggle to survive; and
against this backdrop it's understandable that impoverished women would
turn to the sex trade. As in many Asian countries, a young woman can make
the equivalent of a month's wage working as a prostitute on a single lucky
night - especially if the clients are foreigners.

"The basic [monthly] salary is similar to what I earned at a factory, but
here we get tips from customers," a working girl told Agence France Presse
(AFP) in a recent report. "Sometimes we earn 30,000 kyats in one night
..."

While prostitution is technically illegal in Myanmar, enforcement is often
lax. There is, of course, the bribe factor in play with police. This
reporter could find no one willing to expound on the dynamics of this
arrangement. Education and opportunities limit the lure of the sex
industry in other regional countries, but grinding poverty and poor
schooling assure that it remains an attractive option in Myanmar.

"The girls working in our shop include schoolgirls, nurses who are
available to work at night and university graduates," an unnamed source
said to AFP. "Many friends of mine work in [karaoke bars] or music pubs
while also taking university correspondence courses," she said.

Many women exist on the hope of a wealthy foreigner arriving to "rescue"
them. This is obviously rare, and one could conclude that these ladies are
looking for a future in all the wrong places. Still, the goal is to
escape; to leave Myanmar behind and go somewhere where a young woman can
make something of herself. Once there, they can help the family left
behind.

Within that dream lies the sadness of the situation.

A run for the border
Live in Thailand a while and you're bound to meet many foreigners -
Westerners of all stripes - who keep their immigration status legal by
doing "visa runs". In the most basic terms, this requires an "exit" stamp
and the purchase of a new visa at any international border checkpoint.
Leave, turn around and re-enter, essentially.

A common "run", especially for Bangkok expatriates, is to travel to the
border crossing from Ranong, Thailand, into Kawthoung, Myanmar. It's not
so far - about 568 kilometers south of Bangkok - and the total cost can be
less than 3,000 baht ($90).

But, for some, the trip can have value added. After listening to
innumerable expats who had made the journey, I learned that many like to
combine the visa run with a day of debauchery, dabbling in the bordellos
of Kawthoung.

In Kawthoung, the venues for sex-for-hire include karaoke bars - referred
to as KTVs - or tumbledown brothels doubling as restaurants and bars.
Although they do have the private rooms used for karaoke bars, in
Kawthoung few are actually equipping with the audiovisual equipment needed
to make music.

"The setup of a Burmese karaoke in Kawthoung is that they don't call them
karaoke bars, but just restaurants. Once you come in, a girl will bring
you to one of the small rooms inside. You have to pay for 'one table',
which includes a round of drinks, the table itself and the girl's company.
Then you have to pay for the girl separately for any 'services' beyond
just her company. Altogether, it still comes cheaper than most other
Southeast Asia sex spots," said a crusty "sexpat".

In Kawthoung, the sex industry is still extremely Third World. During a
recent stopover in Kawthoung, I had the opportunity for a brief Myanmar
experience. I had no plan to explore the sex industry here, but, as it so
often does in my travels, an unlikely opportunity presented itself.

I wandered around Kawthoung, taking in the sights and fighting off touts
offering pornography VCDs, Viagra, prostitutes, gay prostitutes and
illicit drugs. They finally grew bored and left me on my own. Soon, I
happened on one of the "karaoke-restaurant" bars I had heard about. A half
dozen ladies sat outside, smiling and calling out greetings.

I went to a "mom and pop" store for cigarettes. A very young woman was
handling the transaction; thin, long hair, long legs, pretty face with no
makeup. I wondered if she was 18.

As she turned and descended into the dark shop, an elderly women,
presumably a relative, emerged from the shadows. She lunged from her seat,
sensing opportunity. "You want she?" the woman asked, meaning "her" - the
young woman.

I was shocked and caught off-guard and couldn't respond. In the silence,
the elder woman continued "You want daughter? You take," she said,
pointing. "Have hotel. Fifteen dollar."

I stood stunned. The shop girl had returned and now stood next to her
mother. Her body language said it all: shoulders slumped, downcast eyes.
She knew exactly what sort of negotiations were taking place. And by all
appearances she didn't enjoy the prospect of being sold to a man for sex.

"No," I said firmly. With that, the old woman scowled and slunk back to
her seat.

The shop girl never met my eyes as she handed over the cigarettes. Still,
I perceived a small smile.

A sex slave working as a shop girl; a young woman being sold by her own
mother. It was a sad situation that I won't soon forget. Sadly, scenes
like this will likely continue until the Myanmar government can improve
the lives of its 55 million people. I was overcome by this realization as
I settled the bill in that tiny shop on the Myanmar-Thai border.

As I turned to leave, I heard the shop girl whisper "thank you".

William Sparrow has been an occasional contributor to Asia Times Online
and now joins Asia Times Online with a weekly column. Sparrow is editor in
chief of Asian Sex Gazette and has reported on sex in Asia for over five
years. To contact him send question or comments to Letters@atimes.com.