Mae Ra Moe: Camp Life

I’ve written dozens of pages about my three weeks at the Mae Ra Moe refugee camp, thinking I would use it for a series of blog posts when I returned.  My notes are more like a diary and focused on me.  In the end, I’ve decided to write what I’ve learned about the Karen people.  My experience at the camp isn’t that important, or that interesting.  

One of my wise students asked, “What is your purpose in coming to our refugee camp?” and I realized that my purpose is not to have an experience, but to learn so that I can teach others about the Karen people.  So that will be the main focus of these posts.

Walking to school

Keep in mind that much of this information is based on my own observations and discussions with people here and may not be completely accurate.  Most of the people I interacted with had very limited English and I am sure some of my questions and their responses were misunderstood.  

Also note that I do not have many photos of people.  I have learned that it is generally not appropriate to post photos of refugees online for a variety of reasons.  Even though many people here have their own facebook accounts and share photos of themselves, I have decided to not post any close-up photos of people out of respect for their privacy and safety.

Life in The Camp

There are 11,000 Karen (pronounced with the accent on the second syllable) refugees living in Mae Ra Moe camp in the mountains of Western Thailand, just a few miles from the Myanmar border.  This is one of seven camps along the border for Karen people.  There are over 90,000 refugees in all of the camps.  Mae Ra Moe camp has been here since 1995.

Mae Ra Moe is divided into 10 sections that run along both banks of the Mae Ra Moe River and the Mae Sariang River.  It is spread out over a large tropical forest and would take a couple of hours to walk from one end of the camp to the other.  The camp is surrounded by mountains and has a tropical climate.  The rainy season was just beginning while I was there, so the days were very hot and humid with incredible downpours at any time of day or night.  

The roads and paths all turn muddy during the rains, but that does not stop anyone from moving around.  Most people travel by foot, wearing nothing but sandals or flip-flops on their feet.  Footwear is removed when entering most buildings, so it makes sense to have something that is easy to remove and can be rinsed off quickly in the puddles or river.

Some people have motorbikes and are experts at driving through the muddy, puddle-filled roads, though I did have one mishap while riding on the back of one and landed in the mud.  There are a few trucks in the camp that mostly belong to organizations delivering supplies or are transporting people to and from the camp.

The river turns muddy in the rainy season.

Only one section of the camp has regular electricity and running water.  The rest rely on generators or batteries and flashlights in order to have a few hours of electricity each day.  Dams have been built along the river to power the generators in each section of the camp.  Barrels or other large containers are filled with water from the mountains or river for bathing, flushing and washing clothes and dishes.  The water is very muddy during the rainy season.

The houses are made of bamboo, are raised up on stilts and are open to the outside.  The roofs are made of palm leaves and extend out from the house to keep the rain away.  Sometimes there are separate rooms, but usually there is a large area where the family will sleep on the floor, which is made of split bamboo.  This is also the area for hosting visitors.  

My home at the Junior College guest house.

“Will you visit me?” is a common phrase heard around the camp.  It seems to me like it is a way to end a conversation, but it’s also a real invitation.  Visiting is what people do every afternoon, evening and on weekends.  Students visit teachers, friends visit each other’s families, teachers visit homes of former students.  A visit is usually not planned.  You just show up at someone’s home, sit inside with them for a short time and chat.  The host usually offers a tray of drinks and snacks to the visitors.  There were days when I went with others on one visit after another, and days when I received visitors for hours on end.  There is definitely a community atmosphere to the camp (and I’m sure it exists in the villages in Karen State), and visiting is a big part of it.  

Since homes are open to the outside and people walk everywhere, there are always people walking by and shouting hello or asking questions.  If your water runs out, you can just take a bath at your neighbor’s.  If you are bored at night, just walk to a home with a movie playing on a computer and sit on the floor with everyone to watch.  

“Come eat,” is another common phrase (can’t remember the Karen version).  When having a meal, it is normal to call out to anyone passing by to join you.  People enter and leave each others’ homes frequently.  I had a regular group of neighborhood kids who would follow me inside and sit and watch me eat or join me for a snack.  

Students prepared delicious meals for me.

Meals are eaten quickly, and usually with the hands.  A large portion of rice is served in a bowl, and then each person takes what he wants from bowls on the table.  I ate spinach and potato soup, curries with noodles and potatoes and egg, catfish, chicken, rice porridge, morning glory, cucumbers, cabbage, and more.  The type of food served does not vary depending on the meal.  There is no such thing as breakfast food, for example.  Tea or water is usually drunk after the meal, and often from communal cups.  They are also downed very quickly.  I was almost always the last one to finish my meals.

There are Christians (Baptists, 7th Day Adventists, Catholics), Animists (a traditional religion), Buddhists and Muslims here.  They are not segregated and live in every section of the camp.  There are several churches, Buddhist monasteries and other places of worship.

There are small stores run from people’s homes and a market selling clothing and household items.  There are many NGOs and governments providing services.  The Japanese built a library, the Americans supply coal, the EU builds schools, etc.  Save the Children, ZOA, Malteser, UNHCR, and other organizations are involved.  There is one hospital in the camp.

A list of food rations given to camp residents.

Most people who live in the camp do not have jobs.  Some have shops or work for the camp office.  Others are teachers.  Other than that, there are no job opportunities.  Women spend much of their free time weaving traditional Karen bags, shirts and skirts.

 There is almost no land for farming, except for a few narrow stretches by the river.  The residents are forbidden from cutting down any trees.  The Thai government does inspections by helicopter to make sure land is not cleared.  Thai Karen (Karen people live on both sides of the border) bring in fresh vegetables to sell from nearby villages.  Fruits such as mangos, papaya, mangosteen, grapes, banana, pineapple, jackfruit, lychee and more grow here.  Warehouses distribute food aid, such as rice, oil, flour and beans.  Camp residents receive ration books to pick up their food at the warehouses.

Giant jackfruit

The Mae Ra Moe camp is one of the safest and most peaceful places I have ever been.  We closed the door when leaving the house, not to keep thieves out, but to keep the chickens out.  Everyone smiles and wants to make visitors as comfortable as possible.  

As beautiful and peaceful as it is in Mae Ra Moe, I was frequently reminded that this is a temporary home for the Karen people who live here.  They want to return to Karen State and live in peace in their homeland.  More about that in the next post.

Smoke from cooking fires exits through the roof.
Stopping by for a visit and a game.
Most homes have a front porch area for sitting.
Banana trees everywhere
Beautiful scenery in the camp
My “street” at the Junior College guest house
A full bowl of rice is served three times a day, plus all of the dishes to accompany it.
Floors and walls are made of split bamboo.
Large open area in each home for sleeping at night and hosting visitors during the day.
A few sections of the road are paved.
Water and gravel for putting out cooking fires.
The headlamp in my hand is a must when using the toilet at night.
Little rivers form very quickly during the rain.
But the kids don’t stop playing.
At the main football field
Some families raise pigs and chickens are everywhere.
Outside our front door at KAA school.
Just another walk in the rain

Comments (29):

  1. Marika Heughins

    June 12, 2017 at 10:28

    This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing! Be safe!

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:20

      Thanks for reading, Marika.

  2. Millie

    June 12, 2017 at 11:31

    Another enjoyable read. Nice work Tim. Can’t wait to learn more about this part of the trip.

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:21

      There were moments when all I could do was think of that nice bed waiting for me in New Canaan. See you soon!

  3. Paula Agins

    June 12, 2017 at 13:18

    Oh, the things we take for granted!

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:22

      So true.

  4. Ron Levis

    June 12, 2017 at 13:27

    Thank you for the great insight on your adventure and the people you meet. I can see it was a very WET visit at Mae Ra Moe!

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:23

      I’ll take the rain and mud over the hot sun any day!

  5. LInda A Wight

    June 12, 2017 at 18:24

    A very interesting read. What a life for people who only want to live in peace in their own homeland and still they are welcoming. I could see where it would give you a lot of time to look at your own life. You remind me to be thankful for everything we have. Stay well Tim, love Linda

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:24

      I did have lots of time to think, and I learned a lot.

  6. Lori

    June 12, 2017 at 20:08

    A beautiful tale, Tim……

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:24


  7. Deidre Toole

    June 12, 2017 at 21:24

    I can’t believe you are living this life sometimes. Seems so different than our world here. I am so glad you have only had slight mishaps and are staying healthy.
    What an adventure! God bless you Tim.

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:25

      I’m getting used to this life. It will be an adjustment returning home.

  8. Diane Weisman

    June 13, 2017 at 07:37

    Your description of daily life and the people living in the refugee camp seem more of a community than many back in the U.S. Stay safe.

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:26

      Definitely! On my first night back, I was so happy to have a bed and air conditioning, but I was alone for the first time in three weeks. I had gotten used to always being with someone.

  9. Vicky Ann Deledda

    June 13, 2017 at 11:42

    Your post leaves me with tears in my eyes, reinforcing the thoughts of what an amazing , kind person that you are, from the journey you’ve been on. Once again, thanks
    for taking the time to show us, through your writing and photos, this experience. Love the true community life you shared!

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:27

      Thanks! Maybe we can go back together next time.

  10. sara

    June 13, 2017 at 22:21

    Yay! So glad you went. Looking forward to reading the rest of the series.

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:28

      And it’s all thanks to you and Melissa. Boy do they love you at the camp, so much I was getting tired of hearing your names!

  11. Susanne Murphy

    June 14, 2017 at 09:57

    I am learning so much by reading your posts. Thank you.

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 15, 2017 at 03:29

      Glad to hear it. Sometimes things here become normal for me and I forget that I have a lot to share.

  12. Melissa

    June 15, 2017 at 09:19

    Reading this brought me back and made my heart hurt a little. Such a kind, caring, and calm people.

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 18, 2017 at 06:31

      Yes, they are. Thanks for sending me there!

  13. Klo

    June 15, 2017 at 14:20

    Omg I just discovered your blog n I’m having so much fun reading it. I feel so happy that ur spreading the news of people in Mae Ra Moe camp. I myself lived there for 8 to 9 years n I missed the life I had there. Raining season was the best time for childrens bc we get to play slides in the mud. Hope to hear more from u. Thank u

    • Tim Flanagan

      June 18, 2017 at 06:33

      Oh, yes. I saw so many kids sliding through the mud. It looked like fun, but I was sure I would hurt myself if I tried it. Thanks for the comment.

  14. Diana Tran

    September 25, 2018 at 01:04

    Thanks for sharing! I’m thinking about volunteering here also. I enjoyed your story! Very inpsiring

    • Tim Flanagan

      September 25, 2018 at 20:29

      Thanks, Diana. Glad to hear you’re interested in volunteering at MRM. I’m still in touch with students there and still thinking about it a lot, more than a year later. Feel free to get in touch if you have questions (


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