In a world so green it was hard to believe anything was wrong. Chlorophyll was everywhere. Nearly 12,000 plant species. A cosmos of leaves.
But the Burmese forests had been plundered for more than a century. The hot sky burned holes in the canopies. If you knew your trees you’d notice the old teaks were gone. The government had banned the export of raw logs in 2014. But humans still chewed into the forests. Most of the illicit timber ended up in China. Some teak got smuggled to the rich of Europe. For luxury furniture. For the decking on yachts.
Let them come here, to Thickegyin, these pale yachtsmen.
Let them chop their own logs by hand. On a day with air like molten glass. With only a rice ball in their gut. And then burn at night with malaria in a hut. Let them earn their cruises.